I celebrate St George Peppard day on May 8th, the legend's birthday, by donning an over-hugging green dinosaur suit and emerging from the head of it repeatedly, grinning machiavellianly, with a giant cigar smoking from my bitter mouth. I make a gun out of a wrench and two coconuts, shooting people who just won't die, and then drug a large black man. By eveningtime i am completely bladdered and rolling in the street with my privates out, forgetting i am supposed to Peppard it for a day.
Made to feel guilty by the same sort of people who put the ban on baa baa black sheep and who insist on calling christmas "winterval"
I got banned last year from NSC for daring to write that there's nothing wrong with flying the Cross of St George and being proud of being English,
"winterval"
was never even mentioned when i was a kid and you rarely saw a st georges cross. it all feels very forced to me. I am English and everyone round the world knows who the English are. Not knocking anyone who enjoys this new phenomenon but its hardly bonfire night or a proper English tradition.
St Patricks day is a commercial push by the Black Stuff.
Plenty of stuff going on around London and the rest of the country without having to wear a Guinness wig or hat. I feel it is more a case of an imaginary guilt trip as opposed to being made feel guilty.
Who makes you feel guilty, Bushy?
I celebrate St George Peppard day on May 8th, the legend's birthday, by donning an over-hugging green dinosaur suit and emerging from the head of it repeatedly, grinning machiavellianly, with a giant cigar smoking from my bitter mouth. I make a gun out of a wrench and two coconuts, shooting people who just won't die, and then drug a large black man. By eveningtime i am completely bladdered and rolling in the street with my privates out, forgetting i am supposed to Peppard it for a day.
Made to feel guilty by the same sort of people who put the ban on baa baa black sheep and who insist on calling christmas "winterval"
May day is a great English holiday with many appalling English traditions around Morris Dancing and May Poles and Jack in the Green celebrations not to mention an enormous piss up. So why threaten to take away a historic English bank holiday and replace it with a day a foreign guy 10,000 miles away killed an imaginary dragon and call it English?
I celebrate St George Peppard day on May 8th, the legend's birthday, by donning an over-hugging green dinosaur suit and emerging from the head of it repeatedly, grinning machiavellianly, with a giant cigar smoking from my bitter mouth. I make a gun out of a wrench and two coconuts, shooting people who just won't die, and then drug a large black man. By eveningtime i am completely bladdered and rolling in the street with my privates out, forgetting i am supposed to Peppard it for a day.
I'm not, care to comment ?you're making it up as you go along now