Aah, Britain. Good old Blighty. Home to a population of mildly ridiculous, over-apologetic, self-effacing, tea-addicted eccentrics. Or drunken, jobless layabouts whose only aims in life are to procreate with extreme prejudice and make at least one appearance on the Jeremy Kyle show. But if there's one thing we all really excel at, it's poking fun at ourselves. Which is probably for the best, really.
I picked this book up in a secondhand bookshop recently, after the blurb on the back managed to raise a knowing smirk. It's a (mostly) humorous guide to all things British - from our obsession with insisting on clinging to imperial weights and measurements, driving on the lefthand side of the road and observances of queuing etiquette, to fish & chips, beers with peculiar and vaguely suggestive names, chavs and morris dancing (to name but a few).
By no means an inexhaustive list (there are lots of very typically British oddities that I'd hoped would get a mention, but didn't); it's still a bit of fun, though probably only particularly amusing if you're actually British, or some sort of extreme Anglophile who's spent too much time here and has started to go a bit strange native.