You can respect the things that you like such as cuisine, but it is also healthy to have an innate resistance to the elements that upset you.

I regard myself as an estranged Englishman. I love my country, but I also despise it. It is hard to reconcile those polarities.

I am looking forward to my trip home, but I know in a matter of weeks once my food rush is done, the cost of the rail service service, a sight of the monthly bills, and the daily news will start to bug me and I will be ready to leave again.

Not everyone is hurrying to live in the UK, least of all an awful abundance of English people.