I must have finally become officially "old." And no doubt that over the last few decades, my father would have been tearing out his silky grey hair and pounding on the arm of his chair at the appalling and gradual slide away from good manners that seems to be "the norm" around the world.
How do you think your child would react if a stranger dropped their wallet, without noticing, right in front of them? In
Teaching children manners and etiquette is a tricky business. Thankfully, we've moved on from the days when people thought
What kind of world do we live in now that no one bothers to tell another human being to have a nice day? ... Good manners can make someone's day, so let's all just give it a go. I'm sure we'll feel much better about ourselves as a result, and the world will probably be much nicer.
I'm increasingly being thanked for things I haven't given: "Thank you for your patience" whilst waiting for late trains, when I was anything but patient.
Certain happenings of late have got me thinking about etiquette. Take for instance the sorry state/lack of genuine "Hey, good morning. How are you?" in the workplace or the mass disruption of the tube strike by the RMT and TSSA unions. Better yet, a fellow journalist being trolled for getting Vincent Vinturi's "rape manual" eBook removed from Amazon.
It is said that good manners will cost you nothing – and in this case they’ll save you plenty. A café in France will bill
On Saturday morning, we had a guy come round our flat to put up some picture frames up and do some general drilling. The embarrassment of being nearly 29 and not be able to do these things myself is a different matter. What proceeded to happen left me feeling even worse with myself.
I attempted to put her straight, it seems to no avail. The "f" in "Get the f out of my way" is only introduced by adding "very" or "terribly" to the word "sorry". Hence "I am terribly sorry to bother you" means "I don't give a flying whatever that I have woken you up, interrupted your dinner, gatecrashed your wedding".
What the hell did people do before emails and texting and mobiles anyway? Do you think everyone shrivelled up and died when they went to visit someone for a couple of hours and people couldn't get in touch with them?