(Author's note - even if this post's title wasn't a big enough clue, I am not 'The Devil's Kitchen').
A very happy St. George's Day to one and all, and especially English readers (and, er, blog hosts)
No, I mean it - I really do. Enjoy yourselves. Celebrate your Englishness; goodness knows, if it's been difficult enough to do it for long enough, and the way that the SNP are going on up here right now, we could be doing with a visit from the man himself.
At the SNP's sub-Nuremberg 'Spring Conference' last week, The Tartanissimo declared that Westminster would one day 'dance to a Scottish jig'. It is a supreme irony that he made this remark almost 40 years to the day after Enoch Powell made his remarks concerning one group holding 'the whip hand' over another. His own remarks show quite clearly that The Tartanissimo wants the Scotsman to hold the whip hand over the Englishman; a sentiment which, as a Scot, a Brit, a Unionist, and someone who tries to look in the shaving mirror every morning without revulsion, I personally find deplorable.
Maybe Powell should have turned his guns on the Scottish Nationalists instead. So here's to St. George, slayer of dragons; for as the toxins of nationalism and separatism continue to prove, there will always be dragons to slay.