Happy St George’s day to the English folk.
The themed story for today is a small piece I saw on the local news programme (on BBC1 no less) where a man dressed in chain mail, wearing a white tabard crossed in red and sitting atop a horse, was going around local primary schools “being” St George, poking a cardboard dragon and generally promoting the day. He had a lance and shouted a lot and the kids seemed to be having a great time.
When interviewed, one little boy said he was proud to be English, and a little girl said “Prince (sic) George was great because he killed a big fire breathing dragon.” It warmed the cockles of my tired, stony heart.
Unfortunately, they then interviewed their insipid primary school teacher, and I got back to my usual business of choking on my own scorn. She had this to say: “It is nice for the kids, as they get a chance to interact with history.”
What history books do they use in primary schools these days? Everybody knows that dragons have never been native to England. When they film them in (for example) the Harry Potter films they have to have them flown in from Eastern Europe, everyone knows this.
As for our very own Welsh dragon, it is her birthday today. As I have been being a bit mean to her of late, I thought I would say happy birthday here.
(I’m sure it will make up for the fact I have bought her neither card nor present!)