Happy St. George’s Day.
It’s been an absolute hoot here today in good olde England, and to be honest I’m exhausted by all the street parties and inspiring proclamations of national pride and wellbeing from our governmental leaders, especially our Prime Minister who’s message was so powerfully patriotic that it got everyone talking about him. A lot.
I do have a bit of a complaint though as it’s not actually St. George’s Day as the religious festival called “Easter” falls within the same week and apparently, according to the Church of England, who are freshly renewing their corporation (and their jobs) from a very sad case of being led by one of the worst Brits in living memory, but still remain the primary authority on this important matter, have said it is Monday, not today.
So actually, in fact, and to put things right, next Monday is officially St George’s Day. St George, the patron saint of England, who was I believe, a Turk who died in Azerbaijan (or somewhere equally as similar to Worcestershire) and who had never, ever, eaten fish & chips or even had a Sunday carvery at a Toby Inn. So obviously not an Englishman. At least not in the parochial, historical sense as most of us understand “Englishman”. But he rode a nice horse, carried a very sharp spear and killed a real life dragon with it. At least that’s what I saw on the back of a packet of Swan Vesta matches back in the 1970s. Nothing to do with the Welsh dragon btw.
So, I hope that if you’re English then today has been a wonderful day of celebration and flag waving, and that you’re looking forward to doing it all again on Monday. Like I am. Other people have other ideas of what being “English” means, but I’ll not go into that here.
Happy next Monday 😄
@diver
Thanks, diver. I've always been an Anglophile myself. I was raised on A.A. Milne and Beatrix Potter stories, and was pleased as punch to see that the latter's house has been preserved (in the Lake District). I was keen on Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories as a youth, and of course, the British sense of humor is unmatched. I love Black Adder, Rumpole of the Bailey, Yes Minister, Fawlty Towers, and the Goons.
@moonbus saidThanks for enjoying my nod-and-a-wink tongue-in-cheek observations on St George’s Day.
@diver
Thanks, diver. I've always been an Anglophile myself. I was raised on A.A. Milne and Beatrix Potter stories, and was pleased as punch to see that the latter's house has been preserved (in the Lake District). I was keen on Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories as a youth, and of course, the British sense of humor is unmatched. I love Black Adder, Rumpole of the Bailey, Yes Minister, Fawlty Towers, and the Goons.
There’s actually a fair bit of layered observation in the OP for those recognising or interested in it.
Happy Thursday 😊
@diver saidYes, quite. The Germans cannot laugh at themselves the way the English can laugh at themselves. Moreover, the English can laugh at the French in a way which the French cannot reciprocate. Peter Sellers can mimic a Frenchman in a way in which no French actor could mimic an Englishman.
Brilliant comedy, as was rookie’s link, but not really connecting with my OP observations.
However, the English ability to laugh at ourselves is an integral part of our culture.
@moonbus saidThe capacity to laugh at ourselves, to laugh at each other and to not take offence, is a route to tolerance and peace.
Yes, quite. The Germans cannot laugh at themselves the way the English can laugh at themselves. Moreover, the English can laugh at the French in a way which the French cannot reciprocate. Peter Sellers can mimic a Frenchman in a way in which no French actor could mimic an Englishman.