London Syndrome

A Transatlantic Transplant's Blog About Her Inability to Queue

When I made the 59-year-old gay man in my class watch “Sassy Gay Friend”

He proceeded to fill our 18th century lit course with the best lines:

"George Eliot, you stupid bitch!"

[On House of Mirth]: “Oh my god Lily, just take your inheritance, get a degree from Barnard, and move to Philadelphia where no one gives a shit!”

Dead Giveaways You’re an American Tourist in London

via Buzzfeed:

12. “JUST A PIC OF ME AT LONDON BRIDGE.”

"JUST A PIC OF ME AT LONDON BRIDGE."

No, this is not a pic of you at London Bridge.

13. You compliment someone’s pants and they look mortified.

You compliment someone's pants and they look mortified.

“You like my what?”

(I literally could have written this a few months ago.)
Really upset I wasn’t the first to think of this pun.
Damn you Daily Show!
"That’s right, it was a boy. And finally, we have a member of the royal family with an actual excuse for being a toothless, petulant, useless human being — that one could get me into trouble back home." - John Oliver

Really upset I wasn’t the first to think of this pun.

Damn you Daily Show!

"That’s right, it was a boy. And finally, we have a member of the royal family with an actual excuse for being a toothless, petulant, useless human being — that one could get me into trouble back home." - John Oliver

Will henceforth be referring to Royal Baby as “the Middleton Collaboration.”

For example: “Have we news on the Middleton Collaboration?”

Does the sun ever set on the British empire?

According to XKCD, nope, not yet.

BUT SOON.

The Sun never sets on all fourteen British territories at once (or even thirteen, if you don’t count the British Antarctic Territory). However, if the UK loses one tiny territory, it will experience its first Empire-wide sunset in over two centuries.

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#BritishProblems

Punting from the Cambridge end should be a sexual euphemism.

humphreyfucksuplondon:

I have returned to the alma mater for nostalgia’s sake. Dining around with various old friends at their colleges. Feels like only yesterday that I stood in the window of my Christ Church room and bellowed verses from Chapman’s Homer for the benefit of everyone walking below

#HightableLyfe

humphreyfucksuplondon:

I have returned to the alma mater for nostalgia’s sake. Dining around with various old friends at their colleges. Feels like only yesterday that I stood in the window of my Christ Church room and bellowed verses from Chapman’s Homer for the benefit of everyone walking below

#HightableLyfe

I’m wearing my hoodie today.

The UK will express mild disapproval at my sartorial choices.

But at least I won’t get shot (and my killer won’t be set free.)

I’m so done with you, America.

Reading in the Duke Humfrey Library in Oxford, aka the actual Hogwarts Library.

Reading in the Duke Humfrey Library in Oxford, aka the actual Hogwarts Library.

Remarkably sunny day in London. THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HOW IT WORKS.

Remarkably sunny day in London. THIS IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HOW IT WORKS.

Oxford Tutor breaks into “I’m a lumberjack and I’m okay” song while discussing Thoreau’s Walden.

Part 1 of my series on #ShitMyTutorSays

Bitches love high tea. @ Hathaway Tea Rooms in Stratford-upon-Avon.

Bitches love high tea. @ Hathaway Tea Rooms in Stratford-upon-Avon.

London (now England) Syndrome Returns!

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Now with more Pimms, Punting, and Oxbridgian flavo(u)r.

Follow along as I spend this summer actually outdoors because there is sunshine until 9PM in and around the City of Dreaming Spires. (Or Scheming Squires. Or Steaming Tires.)

Oh and high tea. Fuckyeah high tea.

Lord Humphrey, Marquess of Queensbridge, fucks up Oxbridge high table. You should follow him at: http://humphreyfucksuplondon.tumblr.com/

Lord Humphrey, Marquess of Queensbridge, fucks up Oxbridge high table. You should follow him at: http://humphreyfucksuplondon.tumblr.com/