He's English. To the English, being banished from a damp island that has two seasons ("rainy" and "June 25") to a foreign place is, inexplicably, considered a Bad Thing.
They don't speak proper English, for a start, meaning you have to bother with that foreign jabber. And they can't do a decent beer outside England. And they're always putting gritty things on the veg that make it taste funny.
It's a bit mind-blowing, but it's kind of a national consensus?
I'm sure we'll have a few hearty souls who express their love of living overseas, but these are just iconoclasts, heretics, who value knowing another language and other frippery.
The rule in England when I was a kid was, "it's alright to speak a foreign language, but if you sound like a native doing it, we're going to burn your hotel down".
Which, y'know...they're keeping up the tradition, a rank few.