The make-up of an Englishman varies dramatically depending on the context of the appending blog post, but right now let’s say it’s 33% fine roast meat, 33% penalty shoot outs and 34% whinging about the weather.
This has been an outstanding week for weather gripes in England. We’re having a pretty staggering heat wave and there’s no breeze so none of us can sleep in 23˚ temperatures. Yet we still managed to rain off the first day of our annual tennis tournament.
What it is to be English.