It seems from the research done by members of my family that are interested in the subject that I'm a Scott. Not just a bit of a Scott either. Pretty much Scottish as far as records go back. I have pages of stuff from my elder sister and strangely my stepmother who have church and county records going back for years.
It was only in the last couple of generations that my family levered their way into the middle classes via education; an unfortunate occurrence imo. I now have a group of relatives who can read and write but can't lace their shoes up without tying both together.

Nobody is quite sure what happened with me........

I guess I'm the genetic throwback, and quite pleased about it I am to.
I have recently been ripping the piss out of my nephew who is now 27 years old and is moving from a Masters degree (I can read and write and then write about what I've read) to a Phd (I can read and write, write about what I've read and spell most of the words right) He will be joining the other 4 members of my family with Phd's; I don't have one of those.

I used to have a kilt etc. Most of the others have one. I don't really have the legs for one.
My mother was an American Scott and my father a Scott Scott living in England. It all gets very confusing.
My passport says I'm British. For a while I was European. Most would describe me as English.
I may be Spanish next year and if the party on down Catalan independence movement gets its way I could even be Catalan.
And people wonder why still have these petty tribal wars over nationality and religion.