Gilliver's Travels
Peripatetic
How many tankers of lager does it take for the irony bypass to kick in, enabling you to sing this crap without embarrassment at an England match? Consider the facts: --
Rule Britannia -- designed for nerdy public school tossers at the Last Night of the Proms. Not an England song.
God Save the Queen -- appalling dirge, forgivable only if you're religious, and a monarchist. But still not an England song.
St George -- obscure Turk. A legend, yes. But not an English bloke.
However much I supported England, red-hot needles in the eyes would be insufficient to prod me into taking part in that appalling collective cringe-fest. How does anyone with half a brain cell manage it?
Rule Britannia -- designed for nerdy public school tossers at the Last Night of the Proms. Not an England song.
God Save the Queen -- appalling dirge, forgivable only if you're religious, and a monarchist. But still not an England song.
St George -- obscure Turk. A legend, yes. But not an English bloke.
However much I supported England, red-hot needles in the eyes would be insufficient to prod me into taking part in that appalling collective cringe-fest. How does anyone with half a brain cell manage it?