Oh hey, you’re welcome and all, but most people in the UK under the age of 80 haven’t any idea either. My knowledge (such as it is) comes from a book about the 50s called Austerity Britain and a Giles Coren programme called Back In Time For Dinner/The Weekend. Both are very good though!

Remember folks the Brits had only recently stopped rationing and wouldn’t have a supermarket (what they sometimes call a “hypermarket”) until the late 80s, early 90s.

*sigh* You are probably only one in a handful of people on this site who know that. Americans have no idea what THAT kind of constant fear is like - crouching in a cellar every damn night... sorry for the rant, but Thank You.

The 1950s were really grim in the UK. Rationing didn’t end until 1954, almost 10 years after the end of the war. A supermarket would have seemed amazing to anyone, even the Queen.

I love the Weeknd more than ever now. I will bone to more of his songs. :)

Once upon a time, in a trashy Western town, I co-hosted a nighttime radio program on a popular FM rock station. Most of our jokes and bits were about how incredibly ignorant and stupid our listenership was, written in a way that was highbrow yet raunchy.

My husband said it was the look he and his sister had when the pastor had a that's what she said during the sermon.

I get the feeling this gif is going to come in handy a lot.

It’s the face you make when someone accidentally drops a sexual innuendo in a super-serious office meeting and you want to laugh but you look around the room and realize you might be the only one who picked up on it... From here on out can we just call that the Stacy Dash?

Hahaha yes!

The Weeknd low-key dying was the best part of this.

That's so many faces ago.

I was standing on our porch one day in a bikini, eating... something. My big grey cat climbed up my leg and torso to get that food - climbed up my body. Mom made me get a tetanus shot and I looked I'd been hand-basted together for a month. They wants what they wants.

I just choked on my throat lozange, I was not expecting that

I would agree with you 100%. My husband would not. Nor would my sister. Or anyone who’s visited with a dog. Also disagreeing? My vet. The mailman. And most especially, the pool cleaner.

#lifegoals

I assume that’s how Charles, Andrew and Anne are fed as well.

They’re Corgis. Of course they need to eat better than humans - humans could never be that cute.