First of all, a personal note to clarify this post. I was born in London to a (very) Scottish lady and rumour has it that my father might (or might not!) have been Canadian. Yeeeeees quite, heaven knows what my Mum was up to before war broke out! I have always lived in England but up until quite recently, if asked, I would have described myself as 'British', meaning that I was part of the United Kingdom which includes Ulster, Wales and Scotland as well as England. However, increasingly over recent times I have hesitated over that category and instead called myself 'English'. Certainly, whilst always happy to acknowledge my Scottishness - what else could I do with a surname like mine? - I have always thought of myself as being English. Even so, I have been somewhat perplexed as to why, suddenly, I prefer to claim England as my home country rather than Britain.
The reason, of course, is obvious - the rise and rise of Scottish nationalism. It has come as a shock to me to discover that whilst the three non-English 'nations' of the United Kingdom quite rightly cherish their own heritages, the biggest of them has decided that it dislikes ('detests' might be a better word) the English so much that it wants to break away even when it is obvious that economically it would be a disaster and politically even worse given that they, a tiny national entity, would be gobbled up by the Berlin-Brussels axis which would treat them infinitely worse than London ever would - see Greece passim.
Anyway, the end result is that I have been forced to surrender the fond regard I once had for my Scottish heritage and instead to bring to the fore my Englishness. In other words, the seeds of English nationalism have begun to flourish in my psyche. I wonder if it is shared by others and also, in the words of Sellars & Yeatman, authors of the greatest history book ever written, 1066 and All That, whether a rise in English nationalism is 'A Good Thing' or 'A Bad Thing'? By and large, of course, nationalism is rather disdained by the English as being somehow a foreign habit indulged in by Europeans from time to time. It usually brings forth loud-mouthed agitators with a liking for rather eccentric uniforms that, my dears, one wouldn't wish to be buried in! It can also bring out the very worst in people so it needs to be handled with care. Even so, the longer and louder the Scots Nats go on and on like a bagpipe with holes in it, the more I just wish they would all, putting it politely, go away.