That cold, rainy, sodden, depressing, racist, miserable country...
Remind me - why do I think of it so fondly, again?

More pubs than drugstores. Beer with breakfast, lunch and dinner. Beautiful, beautiful sunny Saturdays. Cricket in Regent's Park. People. Friends. Weekend trips. Ease of travel. Small, picturesque, cosy towns. The countryside. HMV sales. Concerts. Musicals. Theatre. Street Carnivals. Museums. Architecture. Walking. Clubbing. The River. Food. Love. Sex. Options.

Freedom. In every sense.

Yeah, that just might be the reason.