Living in Swindon, ye old Wiltshire. Swindon is pretty soulless to be fair, our only history is a big fucking railway and a roundabout that I use everyday that seems to mindfuck the planet. Seriously, five mini roundabouts around a contra-rotating central roundabout is not that hard to navigate- it's not enough to be Magical....we haven't got a lot else in regards to culture I suppose. :D
I'm a 3rd Generation Pole, so I've lived here all my life, no blood from these Isles (grandparents/great grandparents on my father's side came over following the Second World War). I'm bilingual, and I have no Polish accent when I'm speaking English (virtually none at all), yet when I speak Polish, I am told I have no particular accent either in my second tongue. Strange. So I'm sort of between cultures, I can consider myself both English and Polish, though I speak the former language far easier.
EDIT: Oh, and tuition fees, they are not bad compared to 'Merica. We have £9,000 a year to pay for university, in my case, including ones for accommodation, it will come to about £50,000 for four years. This is owed to the government, but you only pay it back if you earn over 21K a year, and it's such a slow rate of payback, you'll probably die before you do. Doesn't affect your credit score, or anything- I see it as a graduate tax (which is less depressing than saying I'm 50K in debt to the government). Moving abroad or going over 60 writes it off, by the way (in the former case, you best be ready to stay the fuck away from the UK so long as to not get hounded), and if I'm honest, gets you a pretty good deal. You get more cash if you're disadvantaged, more owed money yes but this money is basically never going to get paid back (it is dodgy as fuck, but you have to live with that fact as this is now stupid levels of money), and it means that almost anyone can go to university if they want. The key word there is almost- and while I'm off to Bristol, I know that some people aren't too fond of it.