My gran ( from belfast) used to tell me if I looked scruffy that I looked like a Catholic. Dreadful.
My Catholic gran was distraught when my DF married my atheist DM and blamed her for turning him against the church. When she first saw little BabyLakie, she said "She's a plain little thing, but what can you expect, she's a heathen child".
She was smitten with 70's PM Edward Heath, a notorious misogynist and gay or asexual (depending on which biography you read). Whenever he appeared on tv, she would go all wistful and say "Such a handsome man. I just don't understand why he never married".
My favourite saying came from my great-gran, who I never met. She moved from Somerset to Herts to be with GGF, and always found it a bitter disappointment. Any time GGF annoyed her, she would say, with a sigh, "And to think I left Shepton Mallet for this."
This saying is now in its 4th generation: repeated by my GPs, my DParents and now by DP and I.
And imagine my disappointment when I visited Shepton Mallet for the first and last time, and discovered it was not some romantic, exciting, spectacular place (in my head I think I was expecting England's answer to Versailles) but a perfectly ordinary and rather dull English market town.