And the French may pride themselves as having better cuisine, but at least the British did not grab their ankles and bend over, presenting their hind sides to Hitler as the glorious French did. Id personally say that integrity to oneself and ones nation, plus inner fortitude, is more important that the ability to whip up a mean mousse au chocolat or a crème caramel!
Oh, one more thing. The Brit pals I had were capable of this amazing trait where they could be amazingly cultured at one moment, and the next moment they are deep in the muck doing menial work. And anyone who loves rugby is a friend of mine.
"although I have to say 4 o'clock tea has many merits"
That came from India - the Jewel in the Crown