I always deny that I’m a stereotypical Brit. I don’t drink tea or beer. I’m too direct and I’m terrible at equivocation.
I am, however, always ready to disparage the UK as a politically despicable, filthy hellhole, which ironically ticks the boxes of “moaning” and “self-deprecation” that proudly make up so much of our national character.
As I hit 9 yea…