HOME — I’ve had a bit of an epiphany. Again. I realised that there may be another defining national characteristic that I hadn’t really understood.
In the paper today a columnist refers to it as “the inviability of the individual”, which I think is a posh way of saying “I’m always right.”
And you see it a lot on the streets. Motorists heaping abuse on each other over the most minuscule of sins. There will be shouting, and gesticulating, and a swift move from any discussion of the issue to name calling and odd hand gestures.
Whatever the offence, one thing is always 100% clear: I was right, and you… well you’re just a &€#@?*!!, aren’t you?
So far, not so different. You can see arguments on streets across Europe, Africa and other worlds. What separates Britain is the fact that the one who is most aggrieved will be absolutely certain to be at a safe distance, with a clear getaway planned.
Nothing wrong with that.
It worked for Sir Francis Drake. And we know what happened to that Spanish armoire thing, don’t we.
Who are you looking at anyway! Huh?