Which overrated British 'tradition' do you secretly can't stand? Rank them from worst to mildly tolerable!

There's a queue forming, so naturally you join it without knowing why. We've turned waiting into a personality trait and somehow we're proud of it.

You spend the entire day basting a chicken just to sit in a food coma by 4pm. The Yorkshire puddings better be worth it.

It's eight degrees and sideways rain, but the beer garden is calling. Hypothermia tastes better with a lager apparently.

Every milestone gets a commemorative mug and a bank holiday nobody asked for. The street parties are fun, the deference less so.

They stepped on your foot, yet somehow you're the one saying sorry. It's emotional outsourcing dressed up as politeness.