By now I hope you have seen the Life in the UK test I did for you based on the actual study guide (if you haven’t you can take it here). Today however, today I bring you something special. Something a little more ‘me’. I bring you the official Runawaykiwi Life in the UK test, the one that we should actually do to test peoples knowledge of the UK.
Watch the video below and then the answers can be found if you scroll down further. DON’T CHEAT, because cheating is for not-British people. Just like the real test you have to get 75% right to stay in the country, let me know how you do by commenting or tweeting me.
May the odds be ever in your favour.
They mean “Hello”…this is not an actual question, they really don’t care how you are.
No one, the Welsh just want to be loved
Every house puts the kettle on
Never, you must ask this at all times
2013 = Bear and the Hare, 2014 = Monty the Penguin, 2015 = Man in the moon, 2016 = Buster the Boxer
No top sheet, they go straight from the fitted sheet to the duvet
Cake for tax reasons
Whenever the sun comes out
Rage silently at them and hope someone else tells them to be quiet
On the pavement outside
Grey, always grey
We are now the knights who say ekki-ekki-ekki-pitang-zoom-boing
I hope we never see each other again, in fact I am leaving the country just to avoid ever running into you.
As you know (because I have no filter and you read my blog) I passed my Life in the UK test a few weeks ago and then cried in a Disney movie. I have raged about the content of the test to every person I have met recently so I decided to create my own and see how many of you would be able to pass. Check out the video below to take the test (all questions that could actually be asked in the real Life in the UK quiz) and then click the link at the bottom for the answers. No cheating please and don’t forget to comment below or tweet me with your scores!
Remember, there are 24 questions and if you don’t get at least 18 right you will be deported…no pressure!
Well today was a rather emotional one. It all started with a double shot coffee. To be fair most of my days start with a double shot coffee, so scratch that. It actually all started with a brunch with my Mum in Ponsonby in 2011. We drank coffee (see I told you my adventures all start with coffee) I complained about work, friends, feeling directionless, love and life in general. To which my Mum sipped her flat white and said “well you should just move to London”. Of course a normal person would think about this, maybe discuss it or to be honest join the conversation in any way, but I just said “OK”.
I thought I was only going to be over here for three months to get my head straight, to get some perspective, but that was almost five years ago (5 year visa because my grandmother was born in Glasgow). To be exact I have been living in London for 1,706 days, and I only almost moved home twice. The issue with 1,706 days is that it is very close to 1,825 days, which is when my visa ends. So I need to apply for Indefinite Leave to Remain which would give me the right to live in London for as long as I still liked Doctor Who and hobnobs. The first step for applying is to pass a ‘Life in the UK test’, where you have to know UK history back to the Stone age as well as current laws, customs and of course all importantly the traditional foods for each country.
I think I am going to do a YouTube thing on some of the questions because they have been a great source of rage for the last week (a particular highlight was me running up to every British person I know screaming “DO YOU KNOW WHO BROUGHT THE IDEA OF SHAMPOOING TO BRITAIN? NO? THEN WHY THE HELL DO I HAVE TO LEARN IT?”). But for today I wanted to actually tell you about crying at a Disney film.
I studied for my test all of last night, dreamed of the English Civil War, woke up shouting about how a jury in Scotland has 15 members and then studied some more. Arriving at the testing center it was like a Peep-Show outtake, stuck in a grotty back room with a girl having a meltdown next to me because her computer shut her out of the test early. Three minutes later I passed and I have a stamped piece of paper to prove it.
Now y’all know how much of a party animal I am. So to celebrate I went across the road to Westfield Stratford to see Moana. Side note: Moana was one of the names of the houses at my school; Moana (water), Atea (air), and Whenua (land) – basically the kiwi version of Hogwarts.
Holy crap it was an emotional experience. After just doing a test that is my first step to living in the UK, watching a movie all about a girl leaving her home to follow her heart was tear inducing. Seriously I cried three times. It wasn’t just the story (although how fucking fantastic is it that there wasn’t even a sniff of a love interest) it was also seeing so much pacific culture again. It is so casually in the background of life in NZ, and seeing it today was like rain after a drought. And don’t get me started on seeing the Southern Cross on the big screen, the stars that guide all of us kiwis home, on the day that I passed the test to allow me to have two homes. One in Auckland, one in London – the weird hybrid immigrant life that means so much to me.
Anyway I am now ginned up and doing a puzzle at home (see what I said about being a party animal), and I am so relieved. Relieved that I have my silly little certificate, but more relieved that I can now delete all information about the Norman Invasion from my head.
Oh also I am attempting to blog every day in December, so please be aware that if you are one of my In Real Life friends I am looking for content and that might just be you.