Hang on (please)
We’re a patient bunch, us Brits. Along with fax machines, umbrellas and radar, we invented queuing.
We queue at Alton Towers. Queue at the post office. Queue for pints. Queue for burgers after too many pints. We’d queue for sleeping if somebody said it was the right and proper thing to do.
Waiting politely is a nationwide sport. To the rest of the world, we’re a country of hooligans, stag-doers, beer-drinkers and queue-ers. To rest of the world, we’re either battering each other, voicing baddies in Bond films, or standing quietly in a line.
But, according to new research by TalkTalk, there’s a problem with that stereotype.
As a country, we’re fast losing patience. 
