Heh, nice one. Now, in the traditional Britain that many Brits with their rose-tinted specs want back, it might read something like this:Gamblor wrote:Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for A Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a
Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch
American shows on a Japanese TV.
And the most British thing of all?
Suspicion of anything foreign.
You try and drive to the pub in your British Leyland car, but it won't start so you have to catch the bus. The bus is late and since the bus shelter got vandalised by skinhead yobs you get soaking wet in the rain (being Britain, it's always raining of course).
You finally get to the pub, but you're late and you only have time for one pint of warm, flat Watneys Red Barrel ale before the antiquated pub licensing laws force the landlord to call Last Orders. You leave the pub but since all the buses have long since stopped running, so you have to walk home in the rain.
You stop at the chip shop for some greasy chips cooked in lard, eaten out of some grubby newspaper. At least the chips in your hand fight off the dismal damp and cold as you walk home.
Once home you switch on your British made TV only for the picture to scroll continously. Feeling a bit sick from the greasy chips and rolling TV picture, you collapse onto your MFI sofa, which promptly collapses and you break your leg. In agony you call for an ambulance which takes 2 hours to arrive and on finally arriving at A&E you have to wait 6 hours to see a doctor who then sends you home because there's no beds available.
You get home and try and watch some TV to take your mind off the pain .... well you would but it's long past 11pm when all the TV stations shut down for the night.
Ah Britain, this fair and sceptered isle .....
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