In the words of Flanders and Swan; The English, the English, the English are best The English outshine all of the rest Happy St. George's Day to all those who consider themselves to be English. And yes, I do know that St. George was not an Englishman. He is a symbol of honorability.
The rottenest bits of these islands of ours We've left in the hands of three unfriendly powers Examine the Irishman, Welshman or Scot You'll find he's a stinker as likely as not The English the English the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest The Scotsman is mean as we're all well aware He's boney and blotchy and covered with hair He eats salty porridge, he works all the day And hasn't got bishops to show him the way The English the English the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest The Irishman now our contempt is beneath He sleeps in his boots and he lies through his teeth He blows up policemen or so I have heard And blames it on Cromwell and William the Third The English are moral the English are good And clever and modest and misunderstood The Welshman's dishonest, he cheats when he can He's little and dark more like monkey than man He works underground with a lamp on his hat And sings far too loud, far too often and flat The English the English the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest And crossing the channel one cannot say much For the French or the Spanish, the Danish or Dutch The Germans are German, the Russians are red And the Greeks and Italians eat garlic in bed The English are noble, the English are nice And worth any other at double the price And all the world over each nation's the same They've simply no notion of playing the game They argue with umpires, they cheer when they've won And they practice before hand which spoils all the fun The English the English the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest It's not that they're wicked or naturally bad It's just that they're foreign that makes them so mad The English are all that a nation should be And the pride of the English are Chipper and me The English the English the English are best I wouldn't give tuppence for all of the rest I'm not sure they would be allowed to sing such an outrageous song today!
I assume he is in a wheelchair for a reason. Maybe he decided to take a holiday in South Wales or a romantic weekend away in Edinburgh
He was wheelchair bound for most of his life - polio I think. It is intended to be tongue in cheek and I must admit I do find it refreshingly non-pc!
The English according to wikipedia: "They are often believed to be a mixture of several groups who settled in what became England, such as the Angles, Saxons, Norse Vikings, Britons and Normans".
"They are often believed to be a mixture of several groups who settled in what became England, such as the Angles, Saxons, Norse Vikings, Britons and Normans". ...a " Special Brew" indeed!
The Flanders and Swann song; 'The Gasman Cometh' has some great ideas for creating work (follow Hotdog's link).
I do believe that at this moment in time, I'm ready to post something interesting and memorable, so here it is.
WOW! You have certainly exceeded all our expectations! Well done! Keep it up! You never know we might even read your posts soon.
I think you already do, hence the kumquat juice dribbling down your chinny chin chin, chin chin cheroo.
"The Welshman's dishonest, he cheats when he can He's little and dark more like monkey than man He works underground with a lamp on his hat And sings far too loud, far too often and flat." Well that does sound like me!