Now before you all bombard me with rude replies, please read the title carefully. It is, in effect, 'who am I?', not 'what am I?' I raise the question because only last week we all went quite soppy over that 'frightfully decent British gal', er, Johanna Konta, who did so well at Wimbledon. She assures us that she is British and sort of confirmed it by doing what we Brits do so awfully well - losing gracefully! However, the fact is that Ms. Konta is the daughter of Hungarian parents and was born in Australia. However, in today's Telegraph she insists that she has lived in Britain for nearly half of her life and that she has taken British citizenship and as far as she is concerned she's British and, er, Ez így van, as they say in Budapest!
I wonder about myself (but not very often!) because as I may have mentioned before I am a true born bastard and therefor I echo the words of 'Edmund', "Now gods, stand up for bastards!" My mother was as Scottish as porridge oats but rumour - I was never vouchsafed the details - had it that my father was Canadian. Even so, I was born in London and have lived my life in England and so, whilst the Union staggers on, I shall claim to be British and if it sunders then I will claim to be English.
However, in this confusing era of global mass movements of population the whole notion of which particular sub-group one belongs to, or at least, lay claims to, is increasingly complicated. I suppose in melting pots like America or Australia nobody cares too much, although having said that, according to the Telegraph article there have been some unfortunate collateral damage recently to various politicians in Australia who have turned out not to be exactly 'sixteen annas to the rupee' when it comes to citizenship.
Anyway, I welcome Ms. Konti as a true blue Brit not least because she is gorgeous - even if she has, so far, failed to respond to my letters!