Showing posts with label Tradition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tradition. Show all posts

Friday, 23 August 2013

Royal Ascot

This year, at the end of June, I attended the Royal Ascot which is the long standing traditional English equivalent of the Kentucky Derby. Differences being - the hats are not just for fun but part of the dress code, and a woman named Queen Elizabeth makes a daily appearance. 
 
For my foreign friends and I, this was one of those quintessentially English experiences we were eager to take part of after much anticipation and preparation.
 
Ok, I'll admit that one of my main incentives to go was an excuse to wear a fascinator!

 
The review:
 
The Weather: balmy 57F degrees and patch of drizzle. I believe my outfit changed 4 times in the span of a week in order to strike the balance of dressy but comfortable and suitable for rain, wind, cloud, sun & cold - whichever combination would appear in the span of 9 hours.
 
The Outfits: See above - I'll admit in the end I had purchased 3 fascinators and wound up returning 2 of them. My outfit changed from summery to wintery and not knowing the best place to go for a fascinator, the last minute department store sales wound up getting me a better price closer to the event.

The stress my whole group went through dressing for this event was comical. We were exchanging links and pics of ourselves in various hats. Fascinators were required of women in the Grandstand and full hats for the posh people in the Royal Enclosure where you have to know someone to be invited in.

On the subject of outfits, the people watching was outstanding. While the website clearly states the dresscode and even offers videos of example attire, there are many that take liberties.

Fascinator + mini skirt + tatoos + fake eyelashes + teased hair, does not = posh (or sexy, for that matter).  That's all I'm saying.

The Betting: I lost. Apparently, placing random small bets on the American horses only is not the best strategy.

The Food: I ate Pizza Express and drank wine. Classy.

The Venue: Ascot is beautiful, the place seemed well planned out. The mobile reception was practically non-existent which was annoying and caused some problem in connecting with friends I had left tickets for at the box office. Despite the crowds, things seemed to run smoothly and the train station is a short walk away.

The Royalty: I saw the Queen! Every day she appears for a procession from her residence at Windsor Castle, through the park and up into the Ascot stadium to wave at the crowd. This event basically takes place in her backyard, and the Queen always has a horse racing in the competition. She was there despite the drizzling rain with her umbrella matching her attire.
The Queen - there she is!
 The Tradition: Queen - check!, singing of National Anthem - God Save the Queen, check!
After the races, the crowd is invited to the bandstand out front for the "singing of traditional songs". This basically means the drunken crowd throws their arms around each other and sings karaoke style to classic American tunes like "New York, New York" (???)  Ascot Singing around the Bandstand - 2013.  Brits sure love a good sing along!
 
Royal Ascot 2013
 
 


Sunday, 16 December 2012

Another Very International Thanksgiving

I celebrated Thanksgiving this year with:
  • 4 English
  • 5 French
  • 1 Ukranian
  • 1 Spaniard
  • 1 Italian
  • 1 Australian
  • + me and Jane, the American girls

I took a half day off work to make turkey, mashed potatoes, brussel sprouts, stuffing, green beans, butternut squash casserole, carrots, cranberry sauce, sweet potato casserole and apple pie.
My homemade apple pie

Authentic decorations from my Aunt Marlene

 
 

Saturday, 23 June 2012

Football Fodder

It's Euro Cup 2012 month... and that's all anyone is talking about. For 3 weeks, European nations battle it out for Football bragging rights for the next 4 years.

My international friends are all assembling at various pubs to watch their countries play one another and it has led to some heavy banter and constant speculating on what is going to happen next.

All of this football talk goes right over my head of course. At work it has replaced the weather for a safe and neutral subject to talk about in a corporate setting and my eyes glaze over when it comes up....

The BBC touched on this subject this week... I thought it was rather timely and appropriate as I was starting to wonder how much more I can fake interest when clients bring up last night's field goal.

In very British fashion, this piece addresses concern about how rude it might be to talk football in front of non-fans.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-18518186

How much football can you talk about to a non-fan?


Man showing a red card to a colleague

Millions of England fans are celebrating reaching the Euro 2012 quarter finals, with many wanting to talk about it. But at what point do football conversations become boring, or even rude to a non-fan?
Usually conversations about football are reserved for football fans. The less enthused tend to nod and smile, or subtly zone out, when football comes into bus stop banter or office water cooler chat.
But now England have reached the quarter finals of Euro 2012, football fever is sweeping the nation.
There are thousands of people suddenly engaging in debates about goals, free-kicks and possession.
A YouGov poll in May suggested 56% of the whole population are either "not at all interested" (37%) or "not very interested" (19%) in football.
So for those who can just about tolerate an office sweepstake, but have no interest in banal office football banter, at what point does talking about football become boring, or even rude?
Etiquette expert Simon Fanshawe, who is not a football fan, says he cannot stand the assumption football fans make about how much others understand, or even care, about the sport.

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Leaving Dos

There are Stag Dos (Bachelor Parties)
Hen Dos (Bachelorette Parties)
Christmas Dos....
And the Leaving Do
 
In this new normal, I am surrounded by the comings and goings of people that have come in and out my life at a pace much more rapid than I'm used to. I moved abroad to shake up a change, to experience new things, places and people, and this aspect of the expat life has lived up to that expectation. Spending all your time with just a handful of people is a less stable plan in this kind of environment, and so the best way to cope is to say "yes" to every invite. You have to constantly adapt and I've learned to cast the net wide and grow accustomed to attending a lot of leaving dos.

Why so many? For one, a majority of my friends are also foreigners. The UK office of my company does a lot of international work and transfers people from around the world when the need arises. It's funny how these people tend to migrate together no matter where they're from. I needed only to be introduced to a handful to fall into several groups of fellow expats, widening the circle of friends and acquaintances in this town rather quickly. The flipped side of this is that inevitably, these people will leave. Not all at the same time of course, but one by one, most will eventually move on or go home.

Oxford itself is a very transitional city for its English residents considering the University, but for many expats, it seems to not keep people for especially long. The restless world traveler in particular. I'm amazed at the bravery of many of these new friends, because it's common that they pick up and move country, seemingly without the serious thought that I put into it. I hear when you've done it once, you're able to do it again much more easily. The tasks of meeting new coworkers, fostering new friendships, and those necessary things like a bank account and finding a place to live, come more naturally the second time around. They figure it out and the challenges don't phase them.

And what do you do at the do? Drink, Eat... be Merry. It's usually the place to be, an opportunity to cast the net wider, and they're never a dull time. You see, in England, the leaving do is a free pass for "adults" to leave the kids with their spouse, have a few pints with their colleagues, and not have a curfew. Quite a lot of gossip can result when some people are let loose that don't get out often! Speeches are made, rounds are purchased, hugs are given, and people stay till the lights come on in the bar.

I have 3 leaving dos to attend this month alone. And I've said "yes" to every invite.

Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Thanksgiving 2011

I was rather sad to not be celebrating Thanksgiving with my family for the first time in my life. But my lovely new foreign friends were all on board with tackling a turkey and giving me a proper Thanksgiving meal.
 
Pie making!

The first step for me was to learn how to make apple pie from scratch, and I conveniently was able to use my colleagues as guinea pigs. We have a monthly bake off contest for team meetings. One person brings in a cake each month, and it was my turn in November. I requested special permission to bring in a pie as I had to be sure they wouldn't deduct points because it wasn't a cake! We score everyone's culinary contributions 1-10 and keep a running tally of who is winning the bake off. Happy to report that my pies brought me into 1st place! Competition isn't over yet... and I'm not sure we "win" anything other than bragging rights, but its all good fun nonetheless.

After having lasagne in our cafeteria for lunch on actual Thanksgiving, I was ready for the real deal by Friday evening for our planned meal.


Pick me!
 I came up with a menu with some help of my friend Rachel Ray (in case you don't know her, she's a chef famous for making things "easy peasey"!) as well as my grandmother's emails. We took a field trip to buy "Bob" the bird at Sainsbury's on Tuesday, along with all the other fixings we needed.

The meal was prepared at the house of a few co-workers, and thankfully one of them worked from home to do all the prep work during the day. It was a good thing, because our turkey was still slightly frozen in the morning when I popped by.  Not to worry though, all was well by cooking time.
  
We were a bit stressed, but we made it through the cooking process in a small kitchen, with tons of people milling around and Bob the bird was cooked perfectly in the end.
Ready to baste!
Bob came out perfect...

Frenchman vs. Turkey
The finished product
I celebrated my Thanksgiving with 5 Italians, 2 English, 3 Frenchmen, 1 Turkish girl + me the American. Everyone said what they were thankful for and of course, I was thankful I had made some fabulous new friends these past few months!

A success all around. Yet, I'm still thankful that my next turkey will be made by Grandma at Christmas in Chicago. I think once a year is enough for me!


Tuesday, 6 September 2011

Mind the Taps

I really have managed to adjust to a lot of things in this country. The brands in the grocery store are different, the customer service is different, my refrigerator is the size I had in my dorm room, the roundabouts are confusing...

But one of the most perplexing things I have encountered: The 2 tap sink.

Yes, I've travelled a ton and seen them before of course, but the English... they love their 2 tap sink like no other.


And what's not to love? With the 2 tapper, you have 2 lovely options - Scalding or Freezing. One blue hand, one red hand. Burn your face or shock it with a splash of ice cold H2O.

Doctors recommend washing hands in soapy warm water, and the solution with the 2 tap, is to 1) put the plug in the sink 2) turn both taps on 3) rinse your hands with soap in the warm water 4) unplug the sink and 5) either rinse again in cold or hot to get rid of the soap or repeat steps 1-3, minus the soap.

Quite hygienic sounding in a public bathroom situation… isn't it?

There are several theories for the reasons behind sticking with the 2 faucet sink and they're all quite bewildering as the rest of the world has seemed to make this modern convenience switch.

Despite all the defenses I've seen online with specifics on water pressure, plumbing, technology, age of pipes, fear of bacteria in hot water containers etc... I do think there just HAS to be something ingrained in the British culture that mandates that 2 taps are more esthetically pleasing or tug at the "keeping with tradition" mindset. In other words, they just aren’t bothered. They just don’t wanna.

Some say it is a "water saving measure" as you will wash your hands quicker and want to turn the water off due to its too hot or too cold temperature. I don't buy this.
1) The most obvious quick 2 spout solution for people like me, is to run both taps (more water running!!) and cup their hands while racing them back and forth in order to get the right temperature.
2) Cold water doesn't kill germs as well as warm/hot water
3) Filling up the basin with both taps running to achieve tolerable water temperature doesn't seem to me like the best way to save water either.

This bugs me the most I think because of the daily routine...the flat I am living in is new construction built from the ground up in 2002!!  Why, I ask (to myself, on a regular basis), did they put in 2 tap sinks?!?  If this were a restored Victorian bathroom I would certainly not moan and would respect it, but this building was built in the new millennium!

They do have them… these “mixer taps” exist here, although they’re not mixed in a tank, the hot and cold comes from different sources and mix together at the tap so you sometimes struggle to get the right temperature going but I’d much prefer to have one in my bathroom, that’s for sure.

I can live without the electric outlet in the bathroom (another UK rule) ...  but these sinks really do drive me batty, as other foreigners say in the article below!


Old-Fashioned Faucets: Unique British Standard
By JAMES R. HAGERTY
Staff Reporter of The Wall Street Journal

From The Wall Street Journal Online

LONDON (Oct. 31, 2002)—During a wartime visit to Moscow in 1942, Winston S. Churchill discovered a marvel of modern technology: hot and cold water flowing from the same faucet.

The plumbing in the villa where he stayed as a guest of Stalin was unlike the primitive British standard of separate taps for hot and cold. Rather than having to fill up the sink to achieve the right blend, the British leader could wash his hands under gushing water “mingled to exactly the temperature one desired,” as he put it in his memoirs. From then on, he resolved to use this method whenever possible.

His countrymen have been slow to take up the single-spigot cause. Most bathroom sinks in Britain still have separate hot and cold taps today, 60 years after Mr. Churchill’s conversion and decades after nearly all dual taps were scrapped in the U.S. and most vanished from continental Europe. For reasons of thrift, regulations and a stubborn attachment to tradition, the British have resisted the tide of plumbing history. Even when they renovate old homes, many choose two-tap systems, and builders often install them in new, low-end housing. Separate taps account for an estimated 40% of all bathroom-faucet sales in the U.K.

“It’s very strange to me,” says Ayelet Langer, who moved to London from Israel last year and found two faucets mounted on the newly installed bathroom sink in her apartment. “I thought I couldn’t really cope with it at first, but now I do.” Worried that the water from the hot tap will scald the fingers of her one-year-old son, she washes his hands in the kitchen sink, which has a single spout.

Britons don’t understand why foreigners raise a fuss over this issue. “The British are quite happy to wash their hands with cold water. Maybe it’s character-building,” says Simon Kirby, managing director of Thomas Crapper & Co., a maker of bathroom equipment in Stratford-on-Avon.

Boris Johnson, a Conservative Party member of Parliament representing Henley, congratulates “the higher civilizations” that have adopted advanced plumbing technology. But he argues that having the choice of either hot or cold for washing hands “is an incentive to get it over and done with and not waste water.”

Separate faucets are only one of the peculiarities of the British bathroom. Another is electricity—or rather the lack of it. Regulations aimed at preventing shocks forbid the installation in bathrooms of electrical outlets, except those designed for shavers. One more antishock measure bans standard on/off switches in bathrooms. The lights are controlled by pull cords hanging from the ceiling.

None of these eccentricities causes as much annoyance among foreigners as separate taps. Renee Guinivan of Bath, N.C., a retired secretary whose daughter lives in London, finds them “unsanitary.” Ms. Guinivan could fill the sink with a mixture of hot and cold before washing. But what if the last person who used the sink brushed his teeth and spat? “I hate to be fussy,” she says, though she is tempted to tote around a small package of Ajax cleaning powder and a sponge when she visits Britain.

“Perhaps it’s something Puritanical about the English” that inclines them to shun modern luxuries, says Pam Carter, a spokeswoman for the Savoy Hotel.

In keeping with the grand style of a luxury hotel opened in 1889, the Savoy’s vast white-tile bathrooms retain a Victorian look. The huge shower heads, resembling upside-down pie tins, dump cascades of water on guests. Call buttons above the tubs read “valet” and “maid” (though the buttons no longer function and guests are expected to use the telephone if they want help). To appease its largely American clientele, the Savoy has converted many of its sinks to single hot-and-cold taps, but some of the sinks retain separate faucets. Ms. Carter points to a gleaming white double-tap sink from the 1950s, large enough to bathe a midsize dog. “It would be a crime to get rid of something like that,” she says.

Many in Britain keep separate bathroom taps to preserve the authenticity of Victorian homes. The force of habit also plays a role. As the commercial director of the Bathroom Manufacturers Association, Yvonne Orgill might be expected to favor frequent renovations, yet she is completely satisfied with the separate taps on her bathtub and sees no reason to replace them. “I can turn them on and off with my toes, being a lazy person” she says.
In their defense, some British cite red tape. Older British homes often have storage tanks in their attics that feed water heaters. Under certain conditions, those tanks could be contaminated – for instance, by the intrusion of a rat – and tainted hot water that flows into a mixer tap might get sucked into a cold-water pipe leading back to the public water supply, endangering the whole neighborhood. So regulations forbid mixing of hot and cold water streams inside a tap unless the tank meets strict standards or protective valves are installed.

Separate taps are also a bit cheaper. A midprice pair of chrome bathroom-sink taps from Pegler Ltd. costs about $87, or half the price of a hot-and-cold “mixer” tap of similar quality.

Even so, modernity is slowly imposing itself. British people who travel overseas often are impressed by single taps, not to mention the “lovely shower systems that blow your head off,” says Kevin Wellman, operations director at the British Institute of Plumbing. A U.S. company, American Standard Cos., is now the largest supplier of bathroom equipment in Britain and promotes modern fittings, including mixer taps.

Martin Phillips, a Londoner who sells car-industry forecasts and is married to an American, says his wife has converted him. Now when he encounters a sink with separate taps, he says, “it drives me potty.”

But there are many holdouts. One is Mr. Kirby, the managing director at Thomas Crapper. Of the mixer tap, he says, “I wouldn’t even consider it as a modernization—just a different way of doing it.”

Of course, he has a professional interest in the matter. Founded in 1861 by Thomas Crapper, the firm he runs makes replicas of Victorian bathroom equipment, including bathroom “basins,” or sinks, ranging from about $1,320 to $1,875. In a rare compromise with authenticity, the company does provide some sinks with mixer taps, but those are sold mainly to overseas customers.

Mr. Kirby says he doesn’t find separate taps inconvenient. He dunks his hands under the cold water tap when he wants a quick wash. “If I want to wash them properly, I put the plug in” and fill the basin, he says. Isn’t that less hygienic than washing under running water? “It’s a cultural difference,” Mr. Kirby says. “We’re less bothered about that.”

Despite their clashing views on hand-washing, Mr. Kirby keeps portraits of Winston Churchill in his home and office. He isn’t surprised that the prime minister liked fancy plumbing. “You have to remember that Churchill was half-American,” Mr. Kirby says, “so he was probably a bit more open to some of these innovations.”