Humour, labour, honour and favour....I'm about as British as marmite on toast and the annual Trooping of the Colour on Horse Guards Parade and the Cavalcade down Princes Street and neeps and tatties and Welsh rarebit with best Cheddar cheese and a back bacon sarnie with Branston pickle and wellington boots and an umbrella on a wet Sunday afternoon in Wigan......all part and parcel of Old Blighty.....whatever you may think of it, positive or negative - it's your choice.....
....like it was the dream and hope for all those Blighty lads fighting to the death in the mud and horror of the Somme and the rest of the Flanders battlefields in the sheer hell that was 1916.....now replaced by the stinking hot desert hell of the Afghanistan wastelands resulting in far too many 21st century Blighty lads now ending up as the main focal point in a last sad procession along the main street of the picturesque wee town in Wiltshire by the name of Wootton Basset....about as Old Blighty as you can get amidst its peaceful and pleasant green pastures of home....
Take me back to dear Old Blighty
Put me on a train for London town.....
Take me over there
Drop me anywhere....
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham...
I just don't care......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVeE8CWYj-I&feature=related
Very many Brits who have emigrated to pastures new across the globe in search of a new life for whatever reason often end up referring to this country, their home country, as Blighty, often in feelings of pure nostalgia, again for whatever reason, as many come to realise that finding an earthly paradise is a lost cause, again for whatever reason - and that no matter where they end up it is never really "greener on the other side of the fence" in every way - that is an impossible quest anyway - although in a literal sense there can not be any other country on this planet which is greener than this one, thanks to our deliciously refreshing, intensely irritating and frequently and enormously frustrating but always absolutely necessary....rain..........but hey, wait a moment.....today the sun is shining from a clear hazy blue early April sky in many parts of Old Blighty and nodding and gently swaying hosts of golden daffodils and yellow and purple crocuses and the first hints of buds on the shrubs and bushes and trees are now, at long last, much in evidence after the horrid and very prolonged cold and snowy winter........for which Old Blighty says...good riddance.
"Oh to be in England (or Scotland and Wales) now that April's here!"....(with apologies to Rupert Brooke for including the Celtic fringes of Old Blighty).....
All posted quite unashamedly Old Blighty style but no way at all would I ever, ever, ever bring myself to vote for the British National Party on the sixth of May.....
....like it was the dream and hope for all those Blighty lads fighting to the death in the mud and horror of the Somme and the rest of the Flanders battlefields in the sheer hell that was 1916.....now replaced by the stinking hot desert hell of the Afghanistan wastelands resulting in far too many 21st century Blighty lads now ending up as the main focal point in a last sad procession along the main street of the picturesque wee town in Wiltshire by the name of Wootton Basset....about as Old Blighty as you can get amidst its peaceful and pleasant green pastures of home....
Take me back to dear Old Blighty
Put me on a train for London town.....
Take me over there
Drop me anywhere....
Liverpool, Leeds or Birmingham...
I just don't care......
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVeE8CWYj-I&feature=related
Very many Brits who have emigrated to pastures new across the globe in search of a new life for whatever reason often end up referring to this country, their home country, as Blighty, often in feelings of pure nostalgia, again for whatever reason, as many come to realise that finding an earthly paradise is a lost cause, again for whatever reason - and that no matter where they end up it is never really "greener on the other side of the fence" in every way - that is an impossible quest anyway - although in a literal sense there can not be any other country on this planet which is greener than this one, thanks to our deliciously refreshing, intensely irritating and frequently and enormously frustrating but always absolutely necessary....rain..........but hey, wait a moment.....today the sun is shining from a clear hazy blue early April sky in many parts of Old Blighty and nodding and gently swaying hosts of golden daffodils and yellow and purple crocuses and the first hints of buds on the shrubs and bushes and trees are now, at long last, much in evidence after the horrid and very prolonged cold and snowy winter........for which Old Blighty says...good riddance.
"Oh to be in England (or Scotland and Wales) now that April's here!"....(with apologies to Rupert Brooke for including the Celtic fringes of Old Blighty).....
All posted quite unashamedly Old Blighty style but no way at all would I ever, ever, ever bring myself to vote for the British National Party on the sixth of May.....