**it.

Passion.
Not the overly seeded fruit.
Grit.
Not the stuff you find at the bottom of a parrot's cage.
Rather the stuff you put under your shoes in winter.
Heart and solidarity.
Soul, sweat, meaning.

England against the mogul and the insiduous corruption that an Australian brought back to our shores.
I think this may be the greatest week for British politicians since the second world war.
And long overdue.

Imagine this in Spain.
You can't.

Here's a joke for you. Integrity in Italy?

Or France? Politically chic? Don't make me laugh. You have to be a rich rapist to apply. And the public will still support you. You great lad.

But this is what it is to be British.
This is why it's different.
It can't be a sin to re-identify with this difference.
God knows we need a reminder from time to time.
(Even an atheist can capitalise god when he is at the beginning of a sentence).

We're not quite all the same.
We are not some entry level, lowest common denominator human.

At times, we can be better.