Is it any wonder they have an attitude
this time of year full of gangs of northern wankers with their half pints of special brew and union jack shorts popping bennies and singing land of hope and glory while rubbing their bollox to remixed attomic kitten kiss fm crap at sunburnt adenoidal typists from Birmingham who are vomiting into plastic ash trays on their way to an 18 30's beach party.
Trevs and sharons from Kettering and Lincoln with their cheese and onion crisps and their bangers and mash swallowing ennterovionnnnnnform queuing for the one bog that is filled with last nights piss and meat potatoes peas carrots and gravy.
The English abroad sunbathing in their underclothes suffering the most hiddeous sunburn, as though sun in ibiza was totally unpredictable and had caught them unawares.
and unless i'm mistaken, surely we've got shitloads more to offer culturally and as a nation than some pissed up pricks givin' it the 'big un', pukin', prancin', swaggerin', dribblin' unintelligible tribe through gritted teeth and a brawlin' their way across the Mediterranean...and that's just our women.
You know, looking for ag in that loud, cheap, aggressive, attention-seeking way that we've made our own (all our 'regions' suddenly take on the more exaggerated tribal traits as soon as they arrive at the airport resplendant in Reebok, Burberry for the missus, large hooped earrings, beer guts, gold belchers and sovereigns....5 pints of Carling barman!)
And all the xenophobia starts up more virilently than before...after all, we're spending our fackin' pounds in yer shitty country, aint we Pedro innit. English breakfast followed by sky sports in BarLoona and 19 pints, sunstroke (lobster red if you please), kids to bed and then a row with some spics...'cos they're all greasy, coward, blade-wielding spics innit....
and it's not as flippant as it all sounds...this is how we're increasingly regarded by our fellow man.
BTW You looking to carry Eyeball Paul's records again this year?