Strike Factory

Just to wish everyone happy St Georges Day. I will be marking it by having a few drinks (not getting drunk like the Irish), wearing my England Rugby top and watching Elizabeth: The Golden Age. St Georges Day is also celebrated by a few other nations as well as scouts nationwide.

It is sad these days it is not celebrated in the same way as the Welsh, the French and Scots celebrate their national days (apart from rural areas of England), it is possibly due to the far right organisations such as BNP and the NF, and also too much negative history taught about England, plus the endless corperate business which is killing off local businesses, and the restrictions of pubs and the fact the St Georges Cross gets too assocaitated with sports. Which seems to be contributing to the waning English culture. Plus that it is possibly to much tied in with Britishness. Plus too many louts who partly due to education smear at English traditions such as Morris Men

I agreed with a article in the local Argus by Adam Triningham today, saying we should be marking St Georges Day to save local business's and great English traditions such as pubs, post offices etc. As well as marking great things about English culture and figures such as Lord Nelson, George Stephenson, Elizabeth I, Alfred The Great, Florence Nightingale, Mary Seacole and William Blake the list is endless. The English have contributed largely in the fields of literature, enginerring (Eg Brunel and Stephenson), and various other areas.

I am not the foriegn hating person that thinks England is perfect, like everywhere around the world England has its up and downs. For better or for worse I am English and England is my home. Anyway I leave you with the great William Blakes Jerusalem.

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among these dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

- William Blake

I have spent the last week taking it easy from college and fighting my depression, I managed to arrange some counselling appointment through Connexions in Crawley, the sessions will start next week possibly. Been a bit frustrated about the wait but hopefully it will help me get over the difficulties of the last 4 years since leaving home. Also I will not sort out my council flat application until I have finished the course, and am in a better state financially, spiritual, and physically.

Meanwhile I attended the REMF game last Friday, watching the match enjoying beers with Ben Miller, and Mr and Mrs Sebbage. Overall the mighty Seagulls featuring the likes of Andy Rumble, Scott McCarthy, and Simon Barrett, manged to win on penaltys.

On the train back traveling up with the Miles Brothers, we witnessed some hilarious scenes from Hassocks Station to Burgess Hill there were two drunk guys who hilariously on the orders of police dumped their bottled drinks at Hassocks Station smashing on the floor everywhere outside the train luckily, both were singing. Though by the time the train arrived at Burgess Hill one had completely passed out and the other guy had to drag the person (George or Jose possibly Jose was a slurred version of George) out.

Strike Factory would like to apologize about mistakingly announcing the death of Art Attack and Finders Keepers legend Neil Bucannan, he is still alive and well. I wrongly assumed he had tragically passed away, after a group on facebook confirmed it. It turns out that he is still alive and the group was a sick joke. Whoever started the group needs to seriously be put in a tank of maggots for 24 hours.

 Anyway I have always admired Neil Bucannans shows since I was a kid, from how to make your school playground a work of art, to destroying your living room. Apologys to the legend Mr Bucannan.