Properly hung parliament
Without an empire to boast about, over the past fifty years Britain seems to have devolved into an impressively large collection of pee and fart jokes against a rustic backdrop. Now don’t get me wrong, I like that sort of thing, but as soon as people start explaining why the UK’s parliament isn’t just well endowed in an ordinary way, but is properly hung, you will have to excuse me if I start to giggle.
(Man-giggle, mind you. Whatever that means. Because real men don’t care.)