Of course, that’s not at all true. But I felt very English, one day last week, while I was hanging out here:
I learned that the best way to feel English is to
-walk a mile to the train station before 7am to catch a train
-watch the rolling green countryside fall under cold rain while a cheerful old man pushes a tea trolley up the aisle of your train carriage
-arrive at your station and walk another mile — through the rain — to your destination
-have a jacket potato for lunch
-at the end of the day, unroll the whole experience backwards, but with sleeping cows instead of rain and lads drinking beer instead of men with tea trolleys
-double points if your train home is delayed due to flooding from all the day’s rain, and you walk the mile to your house from your home station after dark because why pay for a taxi when your feet work just fine.
And there you go: English for a day.