Where do we start?
The population is riven by petty factionalism and auto-castrated by class angst. Our kids think a pair of trainers and a flat screen telly are the apogee of modern culture. We live in the cities and despise the countryside or visa versa. Either way, we don’t like to wash too often and everything but everything is someone else’s fault.
Usually the French get blamed for just about anything but the South Americans, Pakistanis, North Americans, Germans and bloody Russians are all held to be deeply circumspect by the English too.
However, deep in the wretched poisonous heart of every son of albion is the understanding that if you really need to pass the buck, just look west or look north. The Welsh, just across the bridge at the wrong end of the M4 are seen as an evil race of homunculi who are probably, when you really see through all the murk, ultimately guilty of anything for which we cannot pin the blame on the bleedin’ Scots. The English are egalitarians; we hate everyone. But do you know who we really cannot stand? More than even the Scottish? Yup, its the bloody English. We know this land of ours is full if wankers and it builds like a canker in our souls. The older we get the more miserable we become.
But there again, we do a decent pint of beer.