I watched Billy Connolly's World Tour of New Zealand last night:

A desert island, a shipwreck, 2 Scots, 2 Irish, 2 welsh and 2 English.
After a year the 2 Scots had set up a distillery, the 2 Welsh had formed into a choir, the 2 Irish were fighting on the beach, and the 2 English were still waiting to be formally introduced.