For England Harry And St George...
I think I've just had the most quintessentially English moment it's possible to have, which I would heartily recommend to any of my fine fellow Englishmen, or indeed to any of you Johnny Foreigners out there who would like, if only for the most fleeting of moments, to experience what a joy it is to be English.
Take one bottle of fine English Ale, Old Peculiar, London Pride, Old Speckled Hen, Newcastle Brown, there are many fine examples to choose from, find yourself a comfy chair, envelop yourself in your headphones, select Elgar's Nimrod and then press play with the volume suitably high.
Close your eyes and your mind will be awash with visions of Spitfires flying over white cliffs, cricket matches on village greens, thatched cottages surrounded by a profusion of brightly coloured flowers, Yorkshire puddings, cups of tea and cucumber sandwiches.
Go on, try it, after all, inside every foreigner is an Englishman trying to get out!
posted by Stevie at 5:39 pm
2 Comments:
That's a neat trick. It even works when played by an American orchestra. :-)
It does doesn't it? Though we all know the biggest regret of the American nation is it's thumbing it's collective nose at the mother country. If they're really really good, we might let them come back under our wing of parental love one day...
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