I love England.
Yes, I know I don’t live there and I am half Italian, but I love it.
Not just because my Mum is there or my friends or Nottingham Forest or kebab cob specials from Nick the Greeks on Radcliffe Road, I love England for a whole bunch of reasons, from the humour and quirkiness to the pomp and ceremony.
But recently, on my last trip a few weeks ago, I was reminded of another reason I love Blighty and it starts with a visit to my family Doctor’s.
So there I was, sitting in the waiting room of the local GP.
Despite having not sat in there for at least 15 years, it felt the same – probably because it was the same – with the same receptionist, chairs and magazines.
But then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a poster … a medical poster … and it made me fall even more in love with my homeland.
This was it:
Yes, it says the word poo.
Yes, it proudly refers to bloody and loose poo.
But that’s its charm.
Not because I’m some sort of freak sex pervert [ie: Chuck Berry. Allegedly] … but because it’s so utterly, utterly down-to-earth.
In this World of political correctness and professionalism, it’s very pleasing [at least to me] to see something written with absolutely zero pretense.
It’s not just very, very human … it’s also very, very British.
Forget all the buzz words.
Forget all the medical terms.
Let’s talk about good ol’ bloody & loose poo.
Brilliant.
God bless you England. It’s these things that make you wonderful and missable.