If I had one, profoundly important, observation to make as a Canadian expat of 16 years, it’s that the British seem to have a singular dislike of anything colourful.
In a land that is primarily grey in summer, and dripping wet grey/venturing toward black in winter:
1. Christmas lights tend to be fog white or, if people feel really festive, emergency-services blue
2. Houses tend to be rust-coloured brick, or grey pebble-dash (if ever proof of the existence of the devil were needed, pebble dash must be it)
but above all…
3. Cars seem to be white, black, silver, or red (which, no matter what the salespeople say, still fades to shit after a few years)
Honestly, what’s with that? Colour can engender significant levels of positive feeling in people, yet a vast majority of people I encounter here prefer the most subdued – even dour – shades. Hell, when I was playing ice hockey here, players even chose to wear all-black practice kit!
People of Britain: For the love of all that’s good, and for the sake of a smile, lighten up!