If I was Scottish, Welsh or Northern Irish I would really hate England for forcing these stereotypes on the world. Then I'd get drunk and eat a leek with a potato.
The dog in the fog made me snort and there was spittle from the laughing. That... there are no words. No, there are MANY words but all involve taking the piss.
That is amazing. Now I must gather up my copy of the Times of London, my bowler hat and my pipe and take the Metropolitan Railway to my slow-paced workplace in the City of London. Good day to you.
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