Rude Britannia
By Andrew Salmon There was a time when Britons sang “Rule Britannia” and it meant something. British hard power waned but with British soft power flooding the world, “Cool Britannia” was a fair millennial replacement. Given recent events, however, the nation might be more accurately branded with a new strap line: “Rude Britannia.” The world gazed on in astonishment as a nation of supposed tea sippers and hat tippers plunged into anarchy. Eradicated were images of retired majors, firm-but-gentle nannies and Hugh Grant fops. Instead, a new Britain ― a Britain of inner city depredation, feral youth and nihilistic violence ― cavorted manically across television screens worldwide. Those familiar with the UK might have been shocked, but not surprised. After all, this is the nation where the Friday night piss-up and the Saturday night punch-up are as much a part of the national tapestry as royal weddings and village-green cricket matches. And it is not as if we have never suffered public disorder before. One of the UK’s gifts to the world is football hooliganism, and the na