Apparently today is St George’s Day.
St George (a Greek guy), is the Patron Saint of England.
St George is famous for killing a dragon.
A creature that hasn’t actually ever existed.
Erm.
Is this right?
It’s certainly true that, according to historical traces, St George was about as English as the late Grecian cleric, Archbishop Damaskinos Papandreou.
And it is also true that Dragons haven’t ever walked this planet.
So.
I’m not sure who the biggest laugh is on, the English – for adopting this fabrication – or the Catholic Church – for bestowing a Sainthood on a Greek guy who killed something that doesn’t exist.
Bonkers.
I thought he was a Roman centurian of Palestinian origin? At least his predecessor as patron saint, Edward the Confessor, was English.
His exact origin is tricky to document, but it’s accepted that he wasn’t a northern European. Actually, I like the idea he was an arab.
That’s religion for you.
St George’s Day is supposedly a patriotic day for England – a day for celebrating being English. Our local Scout, Cub and Beaver troops normally have a parade through town. It’s a nice day, lots of kids smartly dressed and carrying the flags of their troops as they march along. Smiles all round. But not this year, because they cannot afford to stump up the £2000 cash for the extra policing involved.
The English Defense League, however, will be having a parade through town and if it’s anything like last year, there is bound to be a lot of trouble. And we, the taxpayer, are having to fork out about a million pounds for the huge amount of security required to allow this parade to happen.
Now, THAT’S bonkers.
Bonkers indeed.
Maybe the dragon is a metaphor for something else. Like a mother in law. My mother in law is a proper dragon and I’d quite like to slay her with a sword. Perhaps George actually did it and that’s where the legend came about. Anyway, it’s tradition to be represented by foreign people, like Sven Goran Erikson who was Swedish, Fabio Capello who was Italian, Prince Philip who is of Greek origin and Tony Blair who is a badly programmed robot, probably created by the French to make us look like twats.
Now now now, V, you can’t go blaming the French for everything. Erm. Can you?