How do you define being Common !!!

Eating in the street, which my grandma would never allow - except for an ice cream on the sea front!

But fish and chips only taste their best when eaten in the street, on a cold night, out of newspaper.

Street cafés are getting quite common nowadays .

One of my Cub mums often comes to collect him (at half past eight) in her pjs and dressing-gown, along with her younger child who is similarly dressed in the car. This woman works very hard and I think it's quite sweet. She always looks fine to me though her taste is very different from mine.

bagitha! (But it's OK to eat sitting at a table in the street...)

Park bench?

Sandwiches?

Feed the crusts to the ducks?

Dead common but lovely!

Having the common cold! Sniff, sneeze!

It's not the shouting loudly at children in the street, sometimes that is a necessity. It's more the tone of voice. Not to mention the phrasing!

Seriously, I've always taken 'eating in the street' to mean barging through hordes of shoppers while chewing on a meat pie or shovelling curry from a polystyrene tray - then as often as not throwing the container behind a bush!
I have no quarrel with park bench lunches, as long as there is no littering involved...

I like meat pies. Used to anyway before they started putting MSM in them all. Trying to remember if I ever ate one in the street.....

Litter. Yuck, yuck, yuck! All too common!

I really don't mind people eating in the street if they do it politely. Rudeness at the table is just as bad as rudeness in the street over your fish and chips or pie.

The thing is, what is offensive about people eating? Essentially nothing! We all do it. It's probably much more common to eat at home when you think about it .

Tolerance, ladies (and gents), tolerance!

I always found a loud "Oi!" was useful when I wanted the kids to stop. Or a whistle. Which reminds me, I need one for tomorrow for potential emergencies up hills....

As a child I was never allowed black patent shoes with an ankle strap. I now have some and I love them.

Don't think working class is the same as common but we (in the Midlands) always knew people's class by what milk they had delivered. Working class: sterilised.
Middle class pasteurised. We had "one pas one ster". But we never ever put ster in our tea. Sterilised milk in tea was the absolute give away.

On the other hand being posh meant carpet in the bathroom and a special cover for the Radio Times. And we never had either but I suspect being posh was not something to aspire to if you were real middle class.

Also wearing a headscarf was really really common - unless you were the Queeen. Now I never could understand this?

Sometimes it's the smell, Bagitha. I used to hate sitting near someone on the bus or train who was eating cheese and onion crisps or anything strong-smelling!
I suppose I should have carried smelling-salts around with me.....

anagram - you reminded me. White high heels with jeans. Actually white high heels with anything. Too much cleavage - especially too much old cleavage.

The game's up then, carbon! We always had sterilised milk in our two up two down working class household (I suspect because it had better keeping qualities than pasteurised and we did not own a 'fridge). However, sterilised milk in tea is the reason that I cannot now take milk of any form in tea. It is truly disgusting. In the early sixties, in our neck of the northern woods, women often wore curlers in their hair, covered by a headscarf. I always thought this looked extremely common, but as my two older sisters often did it, I could not voice an opinion lest I get a clip around the ear! I think that must have been the sixties equivalent of going out in one's pyjamas!

Using the f word indiscriminately in public with a complete disregard for anyone else, particularly children and the elderly. People who say "end of" usually some mouthy person who seems to believe they should have the final word on any subject and therefore you will be challenging them at your peril. The Jeremy Kyle Show, or anything like it. End of!

I remember that, artygran - the women with their hair in rollers covered by a headscarf. Sometimes they'd spend all day like that, even go to work, until the evening when they took the rollers out, combed and lacquered the hairdo, and went out to the dance hall.
I also remember going to my best friend's house when I was about 12 and having to drink a cup of tea with sterilised milk in it - oh the horror! I'd never come across it before and it was truly awful.

ooohh carboncareful you have reminded me about the milk thing! It was just the same in Yorkshire. We (definitely working class with no middle class aspirations) had pasteurised milk delivered. My Auntie (and most of our relatives) had sterilised milk. I couldn't bear the taste of it. When we visited, she used to buy pasteurised milk specifically for me, I was such a spoilt little princess delicate little flower

charlotta
How do high heels show too much cleavage? Am I confused or is my manflu getting the better of me?

Is common the same as gauche?
Or is gauche worse?

Tattoos, piercings, bare legs and no coat in the winter. Chewing gum and f...ing and blinding in the street especially at children.

Gauche is not the same as common - more someone who is socially awkward through ignorance and naivety, whereas common is a deliberate choice.

Eating with the mouth open, anyone?

A lot of teenagers are gauche and rather sweet with it.

I don't think common is a deliberate choice, absentgrana - it's usually learned behaviour and lack of exposure to any other sort of way of life.

My MIL used to have sterilized milk, as she grew up in Birmingham where it was popular. She used to give us any surplus, which I used for rice pudding which was delicious! It seemed more creamy somehow.