Here be dragons
No need to be po-faced. True Brits treat inhabitants of the next village as aliens. Somewhere a couple of miles down a side road which you pass every day for years without going down may as well be another planet. Half the inhabitants have horns and a tail. The other half walk with a stoop with their knuckles dragging on the ground. Or so I was told. I've never been there.
Biting the hand that feeds IT
