I was sitting in the TV room on Saturday night ruminating, yes ruminating on being British.
I realised that I actually love being part of the fabric of this country and everything that it stands for even though quite a lot of it is annoying.
And the reason I was thinking these quite big thoughts which were, I have to admit, brought on by an extra glass of red wine?
Yes, Brucie, he with the chin, the terrible gags and not very slick presentation skills. Brucie has been part of my life since I can remember and I’m 45 years old now. Every Saturday night of my life (or so it seems) he’s welcomed me with the words:
‘Ladies, gentlemen and children… Nice to to you to see you nice.’
Corny and horrible and yet it now almost brings me to tears every time I hear it. It’s so… gentle and inclusive. A throw back to a nicer time.
So, back to the fabric of Britain before I start piping my eye… I release that I’m a very small part of that fabric but the strength of any piece of cloth is in the way it is stitched together and the way that different parts of the garment are equally as important.
I mentioned all these rather too deep thoughts to my wife and we started a list of things that we thought made up the fabric of Britain and here’s some, but not all of that list. And as you’ll see they are by no means ‘big’ things. Feel free to add your own to the list:
- Strictly Come Dancing
- High pitched childrens’ voices at footie practice Saturday morning
- The X Factor
- Military ceremony
- Talking about the weather
- Having four seasons
- Sport on Saturday afternoon
- Walking your dog
- Doctor Who
- Children In Need
- Police with funny shaped helmets (who police by consent, not force)
- Satire (and actually understanding it)
- The BBC
- Fish and Chips (obvious really)
- Roast beef and all the trimmings
- Bonfire night
- The way we do Christmas
- Pubs and proper conversation
- Big yellow search and rescue helicopters
- The Queen
- Our sense of injustice and justice… fair play
- An ability to queue… politely (the happiest queue is at the butchers on Christmas Eve)
- Complaining about the little things like Luke warm tea when our legs have just been chopped off
There’s so much more, like tolerating bad service and then complaining about it.
Red double decker buses, stately homes, the M25, The Magic Roundabout. I can’t stop now.
Add to the list please