loving Britain

I don't want anyone to get me wrong. I love Britain. I love its politics and its institutions, its parliament and archaic honours system, its legal horsehair wigs and red buses, its natural landscape, its heritage: Celtic, Germanic, Norman or Gothic, its mystically dreary climate that evokes Constable and Turner, its delightfully dry middle class humour and reservedness, its working class boisterousness and friendliness, and its unique hybrid language that will go down in history for being the first of its kind.

These are just a few of the things you've got to love about Britain, but everyone has their own idea of Britishness. And it is precisely this inability to make up our minds, this inability to have a strong opinion about anything, our dull pragmatism and our lack of passion that makes Britain so unique and makes me the quintessential Brit.