I am a mad dog and many of you are English men and women. I salute you for following my Blog. You outnumber the Welsh who treat me with the suspicion that I deserve. I can eulogise about England because my Grandfather was born there in Islington, of Welsh stock, but within the sound of Bow bells no less.
I went to college in Watford in the eighties and should have stayed there. I should have gone to London, Liverpool or Manchester instead of Cardiff. I am serious upon this point. In England you can become inconspicuous, you can disappear, never to be heard of again but on the Celtic Fringe, there are fewer of us, that there is an urge to make ourselves known, to show ourselves. England is great mate and I wish I was there now instead of deepest, darkest, West Wales on a beautiful sunny day. Out amongst the smog and noise instead of out in the green and nature.
Now you've probably been watching the televised debates and realise that the 'wee wummin' are bringing an agenda to the table that is displeasing to the Union of the United Kingdom. This union is like a relationship, stale. We are no longer talking to each other! Yeez wud never have heard or seen so much of Ms Wood & Ms Sturgeon had it not been for these leaders' debates, because like nationalists, we only really care what happens in our own back yards. 'Y Filltir Scwar'. Be-headings on a Libyan beach, the drowning of 900 refugees, War in Palestine. We cannot get our heads round these because they are not happening down our street, yet. There have been encroachments, echoes of Great Britain's Empirical past on the streets of Woolwich. I am wondering that if there wasn't such a thing as Britain, Great or otherwise. Just England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. If there was no UK, there would be no Nigel Farrage to wax lyrical upon our borders and our immigrants.
England needs to stand alone. It needs to sort out its social inequality and its class divisions. It cannot hope to do that with Wales weighing it down on the western fringe and Scotland sitting on it's 'heed' ready to drop a large, smelly one any minute. England, you must go alone. You must reclaim the flag of St George from the football hooligans and the racists. If there comes a conflict that looks likely with Russia or Islamic State, then we'll all muck in together and in classic 'smoke and mirrors' style, the 'heathen' will not know who he is fighting, the Welsh Long bowmen or the marauding Scots. If we are no longer British, then we can fight a Guerilla war. Even better, call ourselves 'Europeans' and we can fight the enemy as one homogeneous mass.
Perhaps it would be better for me to stop writing Blog Posts and do whatever the 'conditioned' do, whatever nationality they may be. Get a job and marry into a Union that will ultimately go stale.
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