Ah lads, don't be after confusing your average common or garden West Brit with an involuntary economic exile.
I was one of the latter in my day having been recruited in Ireland by an English/British ban to work in London. I was based in a data-processing centre on Lothbury City of London, opposite the rear entrance to the Bank of England, which of course fronts onto Threadneedle St.
Because of where I lived, I supported Arsenal during my English/British residency, attending Highbury regularly. Once I moved home I switched allegiance back to the 'Pool. I now receive two pensions from Great Britain, I still subscribe to The Sunday Times and some of my favourite TV channels are BBC2 & 4.
I'm not a West Brit, not even my worst enemy could describe me as such and I cannot understand how the Germano-Greek royal (not Royale) family holds so may Irish people in thrall, any more than I can understand the fascination with so-called celebrities. Once upon a time a celebrity was a person whose life and career perhaps was deserving of celebration - an inventor, musician, actor, author, athlete, etc. These days if you have had more protein or plastic injected into you strategically or have an ass bigger than the three people next to you, you is a celebrity maite, innit? Eh, eh, ja know wot I'm sayin' man?