Happy St George's Day

And many happy returns and commiserations on your death, Mr Shakespeare.

I thought there was still some uncertainty over the birthday?

Hoorah! And jolly well slay a dragon, I say!

Labour officials were forced into an embarrassing climbdown after wishing their Twitter followers a Happy St George’s day 24 hours early, despite it being party policy for the saints day to be made a bank holiday.

Tbh I always took pride in our not celebrating St George's Day like smaller nations did with their patron saints.

I declined to commemorate the murder of Jesus Christ because of my belief that it gets a disproportionate amount of coverage compared to say Stephen Lawrence.

mouse muldoon • April 23, 2019 12:54 AM BST
Yes, the dragon represents the muslams.

A Dragon is a mythical beast , one which does not and never did exist ........................................... if only

happy st george's day everyone

Happy St. George's Day everyone!

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOOZDO5KDv4

^ Henry V ....Kenneth Branagh

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;

Or close the wall up with our English dead.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger;

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let pry through the portage of the head

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it

As fearfully as doth a galled rock

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,

Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,

Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit

To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.

Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!

Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,

Have in these parts from morn till even fought

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:

Dishonour not your mothers; now attest

That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here

The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;

For there is none of you so mean and base,

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:

Follow your spirit, and upon this charge

Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more”

BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE