So basically, there was this Palestinian guy who had a Roman dad and was p
ut to death because he would not convert from Christianity to something else. But they were reluctant to just kill him because he was pretty much a super soldier – but eventually they did and in the process turned this man of conviction and honour in to a martyr and a saint. He has been recognised and honoured by several countries and organisations all over the world and here in England we use both Saint George of Lydda as our patron saint and his cross as our true flag.
It is said that it is his true example that gave birth to the now so called British Stiff Upper Lip, but then who really knows?
For me it is a day that I think of all the Ex-Pats around the world and many of whom are my friends – oh, and England of course.
It’s always nice to be reminded that the bastion of England wasn’t English but a bally foreigner.
Much the same as St Patrick being Welsh not Irish.
Still………to all the Brits, have a great day.
Actually I was reading up about St Paddy. Apparently there is some highly plausible thought that he was actually from Somerset. The place in Wales only ‘sounds’ the same as the old writing yet the only piece of writing by Paddy himself describes the geography of his home town perfectly with the Sedgemoor area of Somerset – an area that was ravaged by early Irish marauders, which would make sense seeing as Paddy was originally kidnapped as a child by such folk.
The Welsh place is quite away inland I believe.