Having forfeited one union, we can cherish the union that remains (for now) with a Great British line-up combining Scottish, Welsh and your miserably English host. A Northern Irish contingent is missing because this wasn’t actually planned, it just worked out this way, thereby providing some sort of slant for this paragraph of copy. And let’s face it, we do just want to hole up on a single island like a James Bond villain or, at best, the Thunderbirds. But then given a couple of generations of inbreeding, the natural trajectory of the Tracy family is, inevitably, a delusional, megalomaniacal bachelor with weapons of mass destruction. Anyway… join us for our accidental tribute to Albion’s onanism. Banging line-up.