I paid my third ever visit to Balrog today (I used to find it repugnant; now it's been relegated to a few snorts of contemptible laughter). It's omnipotent Shinner extradordinaire (and Bobby Sands's biological antithesis) Chris Gaskin had this to say about Britain on a thread he'd written about the Ken Loach fantasia The Wind That Shakes the Barley:
'Am I the only one who finds it funny when he talks about dragging the reputation of the British nation through the mud?
It has no reputation worth saving FFS!
It has a long history or brutality, oppression, domination and conquest. All you have to do is to look at the countries around the world where there has been war and strife about borders to see what the Brits created, Israel/Palestine, India/Pakistan, Ireland.'
The following list is of items my country 'with no reputation worth saving' gave to the rest of the world:
Internal combustion engine
Toilet paper (not including An Phoblacht)
Cats eyes (invented here in Halifax by Percy Shaw)
At the same time, this is the new beer-guzzling graduate from Queens University who is thinking about beginning his legal career in........London! Not Dirty Dublin, Cork, Limerick, Galway or any other towns in the country he mistakenly thinks he lives in, but good old London, the capital of the nation-state he so obviously loathes. Abraham Lincoln put it in a better way than I ever could:
'Hypocrite: The man who murdered his parents, and then pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan.'