You can't get better quality blokiness from elsewhere other than the British Isles: genuine pharmaceutical level, handcrafted and gift-wrapped, only in the United Kingdom.
Such blokiness comes in many forms, of course. There is member-only executive edition, educated and smooth, labelled with Oxbridge and upper-middle class, sprinkled with just the right amount of sinisterness. Yet there is also the basic crude version, which usually entails old mates, idiotic clumsiness and self-effacing humour -- the very essence of being a British bloke. Depending on individual preferences, deluxe packages may include roadtrips to the continental Europe, stag parties in Scottish high land, gentleman-only vacations on Caribbean islands, shadowed by bewilderment or tragedies.
I would go so far as to claim it a privilege to be born a British boy, gay or straight alike. And certainly what a dignified way to go.