Apparently, my level of (non-existing) Britishness is quite volatile at the moment, with a tendency to drastically decrease, because:

1. I don’t give a toss about football and all the fuss around it.

2. I can’t stand beer/ale etc, and pubs for me are mostly places of cosiness (not all of them are though, lol); in gastro-pubs I enjoy their menus, but it’s beside the point.

3. The English breakfast (not to mention full, even the bits of it) is and will always be a big “no.” NEVER.

4. Beans on toast/Marmite and the like were invented for the mere torture of innocent souls.

5. Elderberry syrup. I have only one question: why?

6. Sadly, cuppa tea and, especially, with a drop of milk—NO. Damn fine cup of coffee instead, “black as a midnight on a moonless night.”

…I’m feeling like all the traces of my (implausible) Britishness have faded away at the end. Ah well!..