oh man, british culture.
I think if britain sank in to the water, and I had to take something with me, it would be the humour. Perhaps the nuance even. Maybe nuance is the seed from which the humour grows? We are a culture steeped in nuance, capable of producing moments of delicious multilayered subtlety, yet often delivered in such blunt, disaffected terms, both pompous and self-deprecating at once, enveloped in contradiction, bemusing, infuriating and every now and then, just very very funny, in a way that can be difficult to understand sometimes. It is certainly the thing that i miss most when im away and is maybe our most irreplicable quality. I imagine its also what leads to the many unusual and beguiling creative contributions we seem to have made to the arts over the years. We may be a small and at times unpleasantly thorny shrub in the rich garden of humanity, but we bear forth the fruits of nuance, and upon them let ye feast!