Spending a sunday afternoon dining in a good old country pub, eating a roast with all the trimmings, simply enjoying my Englishness and living in England.
 
I feel in apt patriotic mood to consider those things that define Englishness itself, things that make us smile fondly, swell with pride or nod in lifelong appreciation.

I'm definately neither racist nor xenophobic, i'm simply proud of my Englishness because that's where i was born and have lived all my life, happy times and sad, cheery and downright miserable, it's all compounded deep inside me to make me that rare creature, an English Bloke.

Wherever we hail from, we should all be proud of our own individual roots and heritage, it's simply a happy statement that we love our England.

The Cross of St.George, cricket, Lord Nelson's flagship HMS Victory, Henry VIII, the FA Cup, Shakespeare's Globe Theatre, York Minster, Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament, London's red buses, a cup of tea, Stonehenge, Jerusalem and the Spitfire.

Dwelling in our green and pleasant land, often enshrouded in gloomy rainclouds or drizzle, it's nice to pause and think of all that is good in our eccentric but historic nationality, we are a unique breed and i certainly wouldn't swap it for all the tea in china.

Queen Victoria, fish and chips, St.Paul's Cathedral, the Tower of London, custard, beer, our 1966 Wembley heroes, the Full English Breakfast, the Royal Navy, Charles Dickens, the rose, the Lancaster Bomber, crumpets, Carry On films, Sir Winston Churchill, Jane Austen, the white cliffs of Dover...if i sat here long enough, i'm sure i could list 100 things but for now, i'll leave it at that and invite your own suggestions.

 
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