I shall go to the grave or, to be more precise, Appleton Marsh crematorium, without ever understanding why, of all the wonderful foods in the world,  the Scots have laid claim to a hard boiled egg wrapped in deep fried sausage meat. Yes, I’m talking about Scotch eggs. Why this wee nation allowed its culinary reputation to be underpinned by a second rate buffet offering I shall never know.

In fairness the Welsh haven’t  ‘fayred’ much better. They took a student classic, cheese on toast, and re-branded it Welsh Rarebit – as if we wouldn’t notice.

Still, at least these are dishes and not a condiment which is all the English could muster, with mustard.