11. Weather Talk
Lord knows the British have always loved a bit of conflab about the weather and what it is or isnt up to. For much of the year the UK is covered in a fairly incessant blanket of cloud that suggests the sky is in the midst of a severe depressive episode. So when all of a sudden a ray of sunshine breaks through, showering our green and pleasant land in all manner of glowing loveliness, we cant help but feel full of ourselves. Unfortunately, the British propensity for banging on and on about it will reach such stratospheric levels of unsullied buffoonery that you yearn for the sun to puke out a solar flare, wiping these turbo-bores off the face of our doomed little planet. The sun is shining. We get it. Bore off. Which brings us on to our next point