Personally I think there are far too many Scandinavians around here, there is elk shit and crispbread crumbs everywhere. Lets cull a few of them.
I am in the happy position of being a half-caste and living on the Mid-Wales border, so can choose to depict myself as Welsh or English as the whim takes me. My accent is such that Welsh folks think I'm English and English folks think I'm Welsh. Personally, I can't stand either nationality, so I'm not sure where that leaves me.
But ... if this cull idea takes root, then I say we have high tea and some roast-beef, put on our bowler hats and go for a ride in our red routemaster double-decker bus. Then we club Twrchtrwyth's head in, okay? Ing-er-land! Ing-er-land! Ing-er-land!