THERE was some nonsense in the national press this week about Britain being the “Worst Place to live in Europe”.
A damning assessment certainly - but how exactly did boffins arrive at this conclusion?
When I actually looked at the factors against which ten countries had been measured I was slightly baffled.
Do we really need to get in a flap just because of the price of our baked beans or our damp summers?
There’s parts of the world where there is no food - pricy or otherwise - and a few rainy days would be a relief.
Now our nation isn’t perfect and there are things we need to tackle.
But for all this talk about feral youths, long hours and trains that never run on time, this country’s all right.
Seriously...we’ve got William Shakespeare, Sunday dinners, Doctor Who and a great sense of humour.
The last one’s particularly useful, because no one in their right mind should be taking surveys like this seriously...