Of course, there is a whole other English stereotype. When I step out of the office I am in the midst of this different world where girls go about with lumps of gold in their ears so heavy that their earlobes hit their shoulders; where they feed cheese 'n' onion pasties to slightly unkempt toddlers; where they stare menacingly at anyone not wearing sports gear. It is a world where the young men visibly clear their lungs, darkly demand 83p for their 'bus fare' and display a thorough knowledge of Anglo-Saxon words. They move in hordes through the precinct, shouting loudly, and stop to huddle conspiratorially outside the £1 shops where they swap tales of 'wicked nights out' and plan their tactics for the annual battles at the Next or B&Q sale. This is the English stereotype nobody on foreign shores ever sees. Unless those foreign shores happen to be in Ibiza.
