I know it’s not the done thing for British to claim to be the best at anything, but I think we have some of the best musicians, actors, writers, artists and comedians in the world. Anything creative, we’re bloody brilliant at. And I think we’ve got some absolutely cracking scientists, mathematicians, doctors, humanitarians, etc as well.
I love that when we say ‘with all due respect...’ every Brit knows that we’re telling someone that they’re a massive idiot who doesn’t know what they’re doing, whereas the rest of the world thinks that we’re being respectful.
I love our food. Our queues. Our pub culture. The fact that there was a court case over Jaffa cakes being cakes or biscuits (yes, I know the real reason), our history, our architecture, our military, I think we’re generally a really capable people. I love that we mock our dearest friends and are polite to people we don’t like. Our tolerance and our diversity. Our love for really rude swear words.
I love visiting in laws in south Wales and being asked ‘where to are you?’ Welshcakes, rissoles and cawl. Every hill is a mountain. There’s a rugby club every 500 yards. Male voice choirs (never met a Welshman who couldn’t hold a tune), Dai Milk, Dai Boot and Dai Drive. I love the banter between me and my fil (he says he tells people DH is in prison for murder rather than admit he married an Englishwoman and moved over the bridge). I even love it when a complete stranger tries to tell me their life story at a bus stop and I’m looking horrified (everyone knows you only comment on the weather or the late running, surely?) DH steps in with a ‘She’s English, aren’t you Beaut’ and they give an understanding nod of the head. And DH would very much like me to mention that the Welsh have the best flag in the world.