Which morally dodgy British habit would you defend to the death? Rank your guilty allegiances.

Someone jumps the queue at Tesco and we express our outrage with a barely audible 'tsk'. Cowardice or civilised restraint?

You'd rather chew glass than have another chat about their extension, but you'll still wave cheerfully over the fence every Saturday.

Slapping the word 'cheeky' on any indulgence to dodge responsibility for a fifth pint on a Tuesday. Linguistic gaslighting, really.

Grandma's ill, the country's on fire, but have you seen this drizzle? Small talk as an emotional shield.

We claim we've moved on, yet a Received Pronunciation voice still gets the job over a Scouse or Geordie one. Snobbery in stereo.