20 Jan
What England means to me
A few years ago if you’d asked me my nationality I’d have said I was British. If you’d gone on to ask me if I was sure I wasn’t English I’d have told you that of course I was English because I was born in England but I was British. I’d probably have given you a funny look.
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Great little piece. Bravo. Particularly loved “It’s about not liking the French but liking French people.” Absolutely classic, and of course spot on. Bloody Frenchies…
Obviously the precise politics add a bit of a twist, but just on a personal level, I don’t think that the two are entirely incompatible. I’m proud to be British. I’m proud of what we - as the collective three constituent countries - have achieved. I consider myself to be British, and happily so. But even more than that, and primarily, I consider myself to be English. English born, English bred, English until the day I die. I cannot imagine myself living in any other country, and never will.
English first, British second. European is at the very bottom of the chain of course, but that really goes without saying.
Quite clearly the greatest country in the world, of that I have no doubt.
To borrow a quote from Sir Winston, “There is a forgotten, nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is ENGLAND.”
January 21st, 2008 at 12:38 pmI whole heartedly agree but making the obvious tartan clad word for myserlf and own peculiarities
January 21st, 2008 at 2:45 pm