Darlings, we Brits do not walk, we glide. One foot always 10.375 cm infront of the other whilst walking, no more and no less. Our walk is sophistication.
Of course we have our elbows tucked in for the chicken wing effect without fail, and effortlessly wave with our palms facing inwards to passers by (but only after personal instruction from the Queen). Generally to be spotted with a cup of tea clasped in free hand with the pinkie finger sticking out.
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In reality, we can't really walk anymore. Our jeans are either far too baggy or far too tight.