There’s something very wrong about seeing “blokes” and “y’all” in the same sentence.
Done deliberately.
Probably should have worked mates in there as well. Heh.
After some short deliberation I’ve decided that you can be an honorary Englishman. Moreover, the adjudicating panel of mates, oppos, and pals have also voted to bestow upon you the title of “Associate” member of the august body of souls known throughout the universe as English.
This decision of theirs was made so much easier in light of the fact that anyone who seems to be an afficionado of Monty Python cannot be anything but a real decent bloke.
Now then after me…“Land of Hope and Glory…”
Please don’t, or at least be careful; a lot of Americans think you can use “mate” in the plural vocative sense (as in ‘how’s it going, mates’). You can’t.
With regard to flying the St George’s flag, Chowder said
Who are “they” and do you have any examples?
FWIW I don’t know a single person in Scotland who puts up a flag anywhere (other than public buildings etc) because it’s St Andrew’s day.
Well, you can’t make a very good flag out of wool.
“The Proms” and “Last night at the Proms” – What is, please?
Jodi, American
It’s a bunch of concerts that go on during the summer. Sort of background noise for most Britons, but everyone knows what they are (and I suspect most, if not nearly all, have at least seen the Last Night on TV).
I may be wrong about this, but it sounds like the same ‘they’ as cited by various newspapers as poised to insist we only sell straight bananas, classify marmalade as a vegetable, etc. Largely, an illusory ‘they’, cooked up by the tabloid press to fill the space between pictures of tits.
There are spaces?
Exactly
Oh Page Three, launching pad for so many of the worst music/modeling/acting careers in history, how I miss thee.
Ahem…you do know there is a website don’t you?
P3 girls of past and present, in all their glory 
So… marmalade is a vegetable then… and it fills the space between tits?
Hells Fire, sign me up for some of that! I’ll wave whatever flag you want me to!
Or just send me to the website… or whatever.
If that doesn’t straighten your banana, I don’t know what will.
Oo er missus.