The Sunday roast and other British oddities

What you see is roast turkey, baked potatos, yorkshire pudding, peas and onion gravy. Its a nice enough dish if you are British I suppose, but to the sub continent palate its as appealing as fried horse testicles dipped in gecko blood.
The English have a endearing habit of going to the neighborhood pub at the drop of a hat.

Mate1:"Mate, did you hear about Williams divorce?"
Mate2: "Yeah, lets go to the pub and talk about it over a beer."
or
Mate1: "How did the meeting go?"
Mate2: "It was ok. Come, lets go the pub and I ll tell you all about it"
or
Mate1: "Hey, I heard you were fired."
Mate2: "Shhhh...not here, lets go to the pub and talk about it."

The Poms need a beer at regular intervels to keep themselves from going out and annexing some part of the globe and making the natives sing "Rule Britannia". Hmm, correction, that used the be the case, now they need a beer to stop themselves singing "The Star Spangled Banner".
Another unique British habit is to say "sorry" a lot more than it is actually needed.
They are sorry for global warming, for the comet that smashed into Jupiter, for the middle eastern crisis, for human rights abuse in china and for the pigeon going poo poo in Hyde park.They are a polite race, they probably said sorry to the Germans before shooting them in the butt during WW2, but this whole apologizing thing can get on one's nerves at times.
British weather is crappy at best, their food sucks, they kowtow to the Americans, they got no good beaches and their health care system is a horror story. But....but, they know how to brew a good beer. I am thinking of relocating to the UK.