I'm still perplexed as to how anyone could imagine that "their" England had been "taken away from them"?
It's all sitting here quite happily, minding it's own business, being whatever it is.. Freely and abundantly available to anyone who wants to indulge in it, as much as they could possibly want. If they can actually be arsed of course, which unfortunately I suspect an awful lot of supposed 'nationalists' *can't*. Because if you want to invest just a little energy there's whole a public library of classic English literature, drama and poetry to immerse oneself in, there's miles upon miles of footpaths through the beautiful English countryside to ramble through, there are traditional English pubs galore to sit beside a roaring log fire with your mates if you want to, there are old English puds to steam if you want to don an apron, there's even a revival in Raves if you're interested in visiting Essex (youthful anarchy being one of the more endearing aspects of traditional English culture to me, but probably not to most).

Whatever, this country is simply brimming over with Englishness for anyone who wants to open their eyes or lift a finger to be a part of it. It's a flowing river teaming with weeds and fishy's, not a dessicated museum piece. So instead of fantasising about it's demise, why not be a part of it's continued ongoing manifestation - just like so many of the appreciators of, and active participants in it *are doing* right now - from wherever they may originate - such as for example (amongst others) Ruth Archer & indeed my friend Virginia Tam..