I left the UK nearly 15 years ago. Last week I broke a tooth so, rather than phone up, I drove to the dentist to make an appointment. He was sitting at his desk, chatting to his receptionist. "Come in! Sit in the chair. Let's take a look." His family is originally from Palestine but he speaks fluent Greek and English.

Ten minutes later, tooth filled, forty Euros poorer, I joined my wife in the nearby cafe for a coffee. Fook the UK.