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I spent an hour or so last night on MSN chatting to an American friend,
currently living in London with her
English husband (whom, I’m happy to say, I had a hand in introducing – it’s a
long story…)

As a Kiwi married to a lovely Essex lad,
we compared notes and came to the definite conclusion that Englishmen are the
pick of the bunch.

So…justify yourself I hear you say! Well, it’s the
understated masculinity that does it for me; a quiet, unassuming strength
accompanied by unfailing good manners.

It’s the whole lack of blokey, he-man
bull***, and of course, you never have to go to the bar for a round of drinks. Or…is that just a ploy to make sure your glass is always topped up?