It had been a fantastically long day at Goodwood Festival of Speed, when my German colleagues and I sat down for a well-deserved drink. With the hum of engines still ringing in our ears, we chatted about the peculiarities of English beer not always being as cold as it should be and how nice the UK can be when it’s not actually raining.
Before long, the conversation turned to the differences between German and British humour and I mentioned that I thought a relative of mine might…
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