I mean, it's a welfare state. Things can't be so bad, right? If you don't work over here, you'll fucking starve. No unemployment benefits, no nothing. Well, I think people have it good there... but the grass is always greener and whatever.
My heart happens to be in a location with the longest running contiguous government, low natural disaster risk, acceptable conflict risk, interesting weather, decent healthcare, decent education, with a culture that I like.
Most pubs here do some wee bites with all the fixings. Malt vinegar, brown sauce and everything. Fuck, I hated working there, but I love drinking there. It's a love-hate situation. I love the Old Speckled Hen... so I'll tolerate the malt vinegar. Ain't so bad when I'm not the one running around with pints of booze and drinking them for a change.