LOL
tis true, we think the English are whinging fuckers, Particularly Londoners, tho it's probably understandable, they've got all the cool city stuff to play with, but also the horror of perpetual grey. Northerners and Wlesh people are a lot easier to deal with ( remember I work (in theory) in a national call centre), you can even swear back at them without getting sacked. ALTHOUGH Wales and the North chuck up a few major whiners to balance the books.
It's really good manners gone mad for both lots (us and the Engerlanders). I would say for myself that I would never complain as long as I thought the potential complainee had made an effort.
It's like if the food's late, but the waiter actually gives a shit when he asks if everything was OK, I'd let it go, but if he sounded like he was asking cos somone had yanked a string in his back, I'd go off on one.
But then, I hold doors open for strangers. Got a couple of funny looks in Manc cos I hel a door open for this elderly Indian lady and helped her off the coach with her bags...I suppose they thought the paddy was gonna mug her :D
In truth it's not this end of the green isle you need to visit.... I've sat at a bar in donegal with a red setter at the next stool drinking guiness from a saucer on the bar (the dog!) and I've seen horses poking their heads in to shops in Kilkenny. The best in NI was up in Cushendall, we were on a "spend the ill gotten gains of the last gig" day out, and one of the girls bought a bottle of wine...realising she had no method of gaining access, she went into the bar next door to the booze shop...they didn't have a corkscrew...result, 7 or 8 pissed old boys having a discussion on the best alternatives in inconphrensible (even to us) accents....I could hear Banjos is all I'm saying.