Behind the Velvet Curtains: Unraveling the Unusual Traditions of the House of Lords

Behind the Velvet Curtains: Unraveling the Unusual Traditions of the House of Lords

So, picture this: a slightly dishevelled travel blogger (yours truly) standing outside the emblematically grand Palace of Westminster. You’re excited, maybe a bit nervous, and possibly not even sure how you got there after that questionable cup of tea you had in the café down the road. You’re staring at the gothic architecture that seems to ooze history, and know there’s something peculiar behind those velvet curtains of the House of Lords—and oh, how I love a good oddity!

The House of Lords isn’t just a middle-aged dude in a wig with a penchant for talking politics. It’s steeped in funky traditions and bizarre customs that can make your visit a memorable one—like that time I accidentally joined a debate about the merits of Thatcherism after eavesdropping on a bunch of Peers. That was an interesting Saturday afternoon!

The Distinctive Dress Code

First off, let’s start with the fashion. I wasn’t exactly dressed for an aristocratic gathering, rocking my scruffy jeans and a hoodie while I was trotting up to the entrance. Turns out, walking into the House of Lords looking like you’re headed to a music festival is frowned upon.

They’ve got a strict dress code. Men in suits and ties, women in dresses or “day suits.” I saw one poor bloke in shorts, who was promptly escorted out by a stern-looking attendant. Honestly, I could hardly stifle my laughter! If only he had known the unspoken rule: leave your Bermuda shorts at home unless you want to become a meme in the annual House of Lords fashion critique.

So, a tip for you: dress smartly. But also, think of it as a challenge. Get to appreciate what your fellow visitors are wearing. You might spot something quintessentially British—a cheeky bowler hat here, a flamboyant cravat there—but let’s not judge. We’ve all had our fashion faux pas!

The Ceremony of the State Opening

Here’s where things get extra quirky and a bit regal. The State Opening of Parliament, the annual ceremony that kicks off the parliamentary year, is something you ought to witness if you can. The last time I attended, my friend and I thought we’d show up early. I’m not one to arrive late to something grand (unless it involves breakfast; that’s sacrilege).

We got a front-row (well, sort of) seat by accident—turns out I’d hopped over a rope thinking it was just another barrier. It was like being on an episode of Spooks, but no one noticed my antics. The Queen arrives in a throne-like carriage, draped in ermine. Now, I’m not into monarchy, but seeing the power of centuries unfold is a humbling sight. Just try not to burst out laughing when the Lord Chancellor reads the Queen’s Speech. The pomp, the circumstance, and the sheer stuffiness can catch anyone off guard. I mean, who wouldn’t chuckle at the idea of Lords debating the merits of, say, new traffic laws while wearing robes, looking like they’d just stepped out of a medieval fair?

Wigs and Robes: What’s the Deal?

Did I mention the wigs? I love a good costume, but honestly, those wigs are something else. When I was trying to gather the courage to ask a peer about their significance, I ended up going down a rabbit hole of wig history. It’s not just a fashion choice—these wigs are steeped in tradition, representing authority. I mean, can you imagine withstanding a debate while wearing something that looks like it was borrowed from your grandma’s attic?

• Why wigs? They date back to the 17th century when people believed they made you look more professional.
• Are they itchy? Yes, they are. (I asked, obviously.)

In case you’re wondering, donning one might be the sole reason some Peers seemed distracted during debates. Why wouldn’t they when their heads are sweltering under those heat monstrosities?

The Peculiar Role of Syllabub

You heard that correctly. Syllabub, the luscious cream drink, is another classic tradition. As I sat awkwardly amidst the grandeur, I noticed many being served this libation, and it sparked a curious flashback to rural pubs in the Cotswolds. Honestly, one large draught of that stuff might have sent me off my rocker!

But this isn’t some casual gin-and-tonic affair; oh no. It’s a sweet-sipping nod to the ways of yesteryear. Some peers are keen on keeping this practice alive, which can be quite amusing. If you get a chance to taste it (maybe even at an event), I’d recommend it for the laughs alone. Just remember, if you spout some tendentious remark about how it’s just cream, expect a few raised eyebrows—or fingers pointing at you like it’s all a game of “who can look the poshest.”

Secret Spaces

While you’re here, keep an eye out for secret spaces and wee details. I stumbled across a tiny library tucked away in a corner, filled with dusty tomes (think Hogwarts but more parliamentary, if that makes sense). It’s perfect for a quiet read or a quick ACA meeting (that’s A Little Chat About anything). One of the librarians—a gem of a woman with the sharpest wit—started regaling me with tales of lost votes and forgotten debates as she offered me a terrible cuppa. Seriously, how do they keep going with such awful tea?

If you fancy a peek, you might be able to book a tour through the House of Lords website (just in case you feel like traipsing into unknown territories).

Conclusion: Why Go?

So, should you rough it to the House of Lords? Absolutely! Embrace the quirks, join the chitchat, and enjoy the occasional cringe; it’s worth every step. You may encounter more pomp than you’d ever imagine or hear a quirky debate that makes you forget you were just there for the ‘history lesson.’

This place has layers like an onion—every visit peels back new stories, customs, and even embarrassing moments (confession: I’ve tried to address a chamber member—who had “Lord” in front of his name—thinking he was someone’s dad).

So, what unsung traditions or bizarre moments have you experienced during your travels? I’m all ears! Drop your stories in the comments below—let’s swap tales!