This was sent to me by Special Spam Delivery - wadya think?
For those that do not know ALBION means white and is the name of our island given to us by Julius Caesar when he stood on the coast of Gaul (now Normandy) and saw the white cliffs of Dover across the Straights of Dover which the french call Pas de Calais but as Dover became a town before Calais the french can p..s off.
I have often said that the paddys, scots and welsh all celebrate their day but all we do is put up the St. George flag on churchs and most englishman do not even know what date St. Georges day falls on.
It is nice to see that since Scottish and Welsh independence 3 years ago that the UNION FLAG (not Union Jack as the navy has that) has almost disappeared at ENGLISH football internationals and replaced with the St. Georges Flag. All we now need to do is change our international GB plate on cars as Great Britain included the emerall isle and we don't own that since 1922 and finally why not get rid of UK aswell in such things as the European Song Contest as our nationality is English and not United kindomians!
And in respect to Scottish and Welsh assemblys - how come they get their own parliaments and are allowed a seat in our Parliament????????????????????????????
Now you see why I only sell land in ENGLAND and not foreign countrys like Scotland, wales and ireland!
Enjoy the following.
regards
Victor
Subject: FW: St George's Day
How true is this
St George's Day
TO be born English is to have won first prize in the lottery of life.
To be English is to be part of the world's richest culture. From this
sceptred isle sprang talents as diverse as Orwell and Chaplin, Kipling
and Shakespeare, Nelson and Joe Strummer.
In every field, in every era, the evidence of English greatness is there
for all to see, from the enduring genius of Elgar to the magic of
Michael Owen's goal against the Argies. As Ian Dury once sang: "There
are jewels in the crown of England's glory, too numerous to mention, but
a few."
OK, not many of us know more than the first two lines of There'll Always
Be An England, but we do know that our country gave the world football,
cricket, rugby, tennis, the Beatles and Dickens.
As a people we are not given to chest beating. Reserve and restraint are
as much English qualities as inventiveness and enterprise. But we do
resent the way Englishness is sneered at by the chattering classes. For
them, the cross of St George is tainted by memories of empire (even
though the Royal Navy smashed the slave trade). It has been like this
for decades. More than 50 years ago, George Orwell wrote that "England
is perhaps the only great country whose intellectuals are ashamed of
their nationality."
These sniggering fools don't even know the roots of their own
radicalism. For every Francis Drake in English history there was a Wat
Tyler. For every Wellington there was a Captain Swing. Military
achievement understandably shaped our self image. The stout Yeomen of
England have been beating off invaders for centuries.
We saw off Bonaparte and smashed the Spanish Armada. But England gave
the world parliamentary democracy and the trade unions too.
We are strong-willed people, rightly proud of our traditions of free
speech and tolerance. Our defining national characteristic is
"constructive bloodymindedness" according to Keith Waterhouse, one of
the greatest living Englishmen. Illustrated by the phrase "thus far and
no further", it is why most of us refuse to take Europe seriously.
European? Never. I was born English and I will die English, (unless
Newcastle achieves independence).
A soggy croissant will never replace egg, bacon and buttered toast.
Whether your England is summed up by a bowler hat or a pit helmet, punk
rock or Morris dancers, there are few national tapestries as rich as our
beloved Albion's.
My England is bubble and squeak and foaming pints of Boddingtons. It is
Les Dawson and Barbara Windsor, Max Miller and Page Three. My England is
pie and mash and Aston Martins, Derby day and Arfur Daley, Mods and
Suedeheads, Lennie McLean and Carry On films. My England stretches from
Dennis Skinner to Roger Scruton, from Peggy Mount to Beki Bondage. It's
Blackpool beach, Charlie Drake, Middlesbrough FC, roast beef,
imperial measurements and vindaloo. It's defiance. Whether it be King
Alfred standing up to the Vikings, Colonel H at Goose Green, or the
Metric Martyrs giving the finger to Brussels. No-one likes us! We don't
care!
And of course it is a national disgrace that TV gives St George a blank.
But what do they know? How often do they get anything right?
If you are English turn off the TV on April 23rd and get down the pub,
preferrably in a fine Longshanks shirt. As Chesterton wrote: "St George
he was for England and before he slew the dragon, he drank a pint of
English ale out of an English flagon."
Enjoy yourself this St. George's Day. And remember, there will always be
an England.