Are these compilers just a load of rankers? Or were Brits really this miserable even before coronavirus?
Okay, okay … we Brits have a reason to be miserable at the moment, just like the rest of the world.
Every man, woman and child on the globe has been thrown headlong into a Dystopian world that we had only ever experienced in movies before.
Yes, Strange Days, Dark City and Mad Max are coming to a life near you SOON!
And the UK is being portrayed across the world as the new Planet of the Apes…
But a recent survey actually came up with these Top Ten reason for the Great being in Britain …
The survey said: it’s easy to get around Britain (well it isn’t really if you want to go by car!) there are 30 UNESCO world heritage sites, 15 National Parks (nice!), we have stunning coastlines and quaint villages, beautiful countryside, elegant seaside towns and fabulous gardens.It’s been quite a well off country too – well it was before Brexit.
So, was it the turmoil of our little skinny-man divorce from the fat-lady-land of Europe that made us fall down the rankings of world happiness in 2016 and remain a grumpy middling island in a vast sea of miserableness today?
We’ve actually come through and survived Brexit itself – but it certainly was four years of dismantling our social norms and our democracy.
And at the same time we saw our Royal Family bashed and battered by their own actions, we witnessed our High Court Judges described as traitors and watched our family courts become the equivalent of child snatchers to a growing army of crying eyes.
But today, in the throes of a pandemic beyond our control we are 15th in the world ranking of happiness, just four steps up the metaphorical ladder from the Czech lands.
And to confirm our unhappiness to the rest of the globe, some of us Brits think it is brave to spit on policemen and elderly couples, threaten postmen and scoff at care workers, throw rotting panic-bought food in wheelie bins, go out to beauty spots to commune with others who probably never realised the old adage of standing shoulder-to-shoulder didn’t mean sharing a deadly disease!
And now the police have dyed one of our blue lagoons a funereal black.
What is it going to take to get that great miserable friendless oaf of Britain to become happy again? Let’s try and help!
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