Any debate on immigration in the UK is normally accompanied by much brow-furrowing over what it actually means to be British, in particular English.

One of my constituents has sent me what his Swiss friend believes being British represents.

He suggests: “Being British is about driving a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of anything foreign.”

Swedish phones, Chinese clothes, South American coffee and Indian tea can all be added to that list.

Another suggestion I have had as to what being British truly means, is a propensity to worry excessively about what being British truly means.