Today is St. Andrew’s day. A day celebrated by anyone with any sort of Scottish leanings – myself included.
To be honest Burns’ Night (January 25 for non-knowers) is the big one. That’s when the haggis, neeps, tatties and deep fried mars bars are unleashed.
St. Andrew’s Day tends to be unfortunately overlooked. It comes just a day before the start of Advent – and most people have long since been talking about Christmas. The Coca-Cola truck advert has even been on already.
However, what really surprises me is the lack of knowledge of St. Georges Day. It’s April 23, though ask an English person and they probably won’t be able to tell you that.
Oh, by the way. St. George is also the patron saint of syphillis. English people probably won’t tell you that either.
I think the main problem with St George is that his ‘achievements’ are not instantly reconcilled with a sense of national pride. Why should we celebrate a man who did more than anyone to drive the native dragon from our shores. I iamgine he was also probably responsible for driving all the English lions to Africa and probably ate the least dodo.
I would suggest that we should probably have a referendum on a new figure of national pride we could celebrate but I fear that Jeremy Clarkson would probably get the vote and I don’t like the idea of a national tight jeans day.
By: nate8steele on April 26, 2008
at 5:47 pm