Midnight coffee, finally watching a sport on TV and

I lived in Wales for three years but, aside from being in Cardiff for the TEFL course during the Wales v. Scotland game last year and just grumbling from my window, I've managed to avoid the Six Nations. Until now.

St. Patrick's is an Irish themed bar. There are a few like this, Spanish owners and aperitifs but

There's a fake bookshelf of fake British classics, James Joyce and Oscar Wilde watch you from the walls. All that was missing was some haggis and the British experience would have been complete.

I'm not Irish, and I don't care about Rugby, but see a poster for Shakespeare and you're like "Hurr, Britain!"

I'll admit that living in Spain has made me patriotic in a way I never thought I could be.

Here's the thing about culture and Britishness.

It has bitter taste to it, not because of the beauty of the poet or it takes

But because I remember the rainy day I spent in Canterbury this Christmas, and having the best mince pie and best fajitas of my life in the same day. Truly beautiful memories.