This was thankfully a short read. I'm not sure if the author has ever been to Britain, or has ever met a British person, but this felt like a curiously one-dimensional nightmare of a country in which we eat fish and chips incessantly, cannot hear a clock strike four without running off to find the nearest teapot, and spend our leisure time in gardening and watching "Mr Bean". This book was written recently but bears little witness to the realities of modern British life.

The inaccuracies, though, were quite funny. I'm sad to report that the Last Night of the Proms does, as advertised, only last one night, and not eight weeks as the author claims. She may be thinking of the Proms; demonstrably, this book is for those who wish to be misinformed.

If you can overlook incorrect details and terrible proof-reading (visiting the Glastonbuy festival, anyone?) you might still need to use your imagination to reach an accurate picture of the UK. I wonder if this book should be retitled "I Should Know Better". ( )