Happy St. George's Day..
If you haven't discovered
Tory Rascal
yet then TB recommends you get involved. He has a cracking piece today about the English:"England has survived a long-lived cultural onslaught that has worked to convince people that Englishness is somehow less special or worthy than Scottishness, Welshness or Northern Irishness. We have no individual national song to sing as we hurl chairs at foreign football fans. Our Saint's day is not celebrated by lavishly inebriated fourth-generation Americans who lay claim to other nationalities. We have the worst national sports teams since the invention of counting. Cliff Richard.
But it's not all bad. Sure, we're led by a dour, porridge-eating God-botherer with all the leadership instincts of a tin of sweetcorn, but, countrymen, we also have some of the most magnificent housing estates, the finest supermarkets and the most impressively capable benefits claimants in these islands. We excel in rare talents, from imposing our superior language on to unwitting foreigners overseas, to convincing otherwise neutral nations that we are the foulest people in Europe."

At least we got a better Google decoration to celebrate our big day than the Welsh got:

Not just once a year but every day.
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