>>3160199It's that char, that fond. Gives it that "huh, idk saaaaavory bite" right to your heart. Sits nicely in your tummy. Hot tea cuts right through the fat. Oh that's a good cuppa, oh that's a good breakfast. Let's have a proper brew. Catch the races. That's Britain. Always has been, always will be. Your local postman. Your local chippy. They all know. Now you know. Go out there, taste the salt in the air. Fill your lungs with god's given oxygen and gaze out upon those green and pleasant pastures (oh did those feet??) And piss off the white cliffs to feel a sense of ownership felt by no other nation on earth: "that's my bloody ocean." Fuck off Iceland. Take their fish, it's yours. Eat full English for breakfast. Long live the king.
