
I'd be a lot more inclined to be patriotically English if all our national traditions weren't as fucking lame as prancing about the Maypole and nonsense like that. Actually, that's a lie. I'm not English enough to be patriotically English, and patriotism gives me the fucking creeps anyway, in all its guises. Not that this has anything to do with the unavoidable fact that the Maypole is still just a little bit silly, of course. We aren't really getting the Spring weather up here in Scotland, although it's been threatening it here and there. Still, it [...]