Meh, leddem go - whats worth hanging on to.
I was hated almost everywhere I went north of the border - just because of my accent.
My only refuge was in the lairs of the wild ones - the insane locals driven by the needs to surf, snowboard, and sail their way to paradise.
they know how to share, how to party and how to look after a fellow surfer far from his home break.
If they do break away I would go and visit - spend my huge english pounds up there buying trinkets, doodahs and Glenfiddich.
The racist vitriol is not helping - tell wee eck (as I believe he is called) to put up or shut up!