I love darts, Newcastle brown ale and Guinness... gotta have a little mix in there. I have some British friends living here in Brazil, and they do like their beer - even speak fairly well Portuguese.
Your friend forgot to mention Brits work longer hours than any other country in Europe, which is another reason (along with the crappy weather) drinking is a national pastime.
why in the world do you think that London weather is bad? rain is so pleasant and clouds so soothing to the eyes....instead of the constant projector-style sunshine in other areas?
In August the sun is meant to shine, even in the UK, unfortunately it did not this year, we are suffering from a lack vitamin d.
Song for the Anglosphere A Song of Patriotic Prejudice, offered in 1960 as a possible English National Anthem. The English, the English, the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest. The rottenest bits of these islands of ours We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot You'll find he's a stinker, as likely as not. The Scotsman is mean, as we're all well aware And bony and blotchy and covered with hair He eats salty porridge, he works all the day And he hasn't got bishops to show him the way! The English, the English, the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest. The Irishman now our contempt is beneath He sleeps in his boots and he lies through his teeth He blows up policemen, or so I have heard And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third! The English are noble, the English are nice, And worth any other at double the price The Welshman's dishonest and cheats when he can And little and dark, more like monkey than man He works underground with a lamp in his hat And he sings far too loud, far too often, and flat! And crossing the Channel, one cannot say much Of French and the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch The Germans are German, the Russians are red, And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed! The English are moral, the English are good And clever and modest and misunderstood. And all the world over, each nation's the same They've simply no notion of playing the game They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won And they practice beforehand which ruins the fun! The English, the English, the English are best So up with the English and down with the rest. It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad It's knowing they're foreign that makes them so mad! For the English are all that a nation should be, And the flower of the English are Donald (Michael) Donald (Michael) and Me! (Michael) Flanders & (Donald) Swann