It’s a bit of a bonus having dual nationality (in my case native South African and naturalised British) because it’s all too easy to enjoy the best of both worlds.
I earned my maroon passport back in 2006 and have (proudly) lived here ever since, but a lot of my British mates (including team C&SC) rag me for being a bit of a chameleon, switching nationality when it suits and happy to criticise Blighty when something isn’t going my way (trains, weather, traffic, restaurant service [but mainly weather - Ed]).
But in truth I’m secretly quite upbeat about this country and being part of it, enjoying the likes of Goodwood, fish ‘n’ chips, good ale etc.
A decade ago my partner and I legged it to the Continent during the two bank holidays earmarked for the Queen’s Golden Jubilee and I rather regretted it after seeing pics of the pageantry and flypasts – particularly Concorde over The Mall.
It was clearly a momentous occasion, which is why I cut short a blast over the Alps in my Jaguar XK150 to get back for the last day of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations.
We had won a pair of tickets to camp outside HM’s little pied-à-terre in London, putting us in a prime spot to celebrate.
Like most state occasions, however, there was an awful lot of ‘hurry up and wait’ (we were seated by 9am and the event only ‘came on the cam’ after lunch), so I was glad to have the latest copy of C&SC stuffed in my bag to help pass the time.