Happy St George’s Day!
Today is also the anniversary of the birth (and the death – well he did know a thing or two about dramatic timing) of William Shakespeare. This is remarkably appropriate because, of the many gifts England has given the World, this language that I torture here is perhaps the finest. I say “perhaps” because you also got Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, George Stephenson and Simon Cowell out of us.
England has for so long been the fulcrum of the planet and therein lies the rub. England’s glory lies not so much within but without. We have always been a great trading nation and we have always been in the global rough and tumble.
And that is why I am proud to be English and that is why I despise the country pleasures of the likes of the BNP. Because being English may be in the blood but not in the way Nick Griffin thinks.
Nobody really knows who St George was and that is so fitting because this England, my England, is an empire of the mind and what can be more magnificent than that?