I was watching Carys Matthews (formerly of Catatonia) on BBC Breakfast this morning and she was talking about how proud she was to be Welsh and have such amazing artisans of literature as Dylan Thomas. This got me thinking about how, as an English chap, I don’t appear to have any one to be proud of. Sure there’s Shakespeare and there’s Thomas Hardy and the like but nothing really in the last 50 years or so. Some might argue and say that Betjamin could qualify for this but really, in my eyes at least, there have been no national figure heads to rally behind since Churchill.
Now, I know some people would say “What about her-wot-died-in’t-tunnel?” but I don’t count the Royals, bunch of cash sucking leeches that they are. Furthermore, there are those who would suggest the likes of Thatcher or Wilson, and they would be wrong too. To me it seems we have sacrificed our culture of pride for the culture of celebrity. The worshipping and pedestal placing of vacuous nobodies whom we raise to great heights only to then plunge into the depths of scandal and dismay.
So where am I going with this? Well I thought it might be interesting to see who you hold a lot of pride for. What achievements for civilization your countrymen have made that you see as valuable to both the arts and science. Who do you revere as the epitome of your country’s people, the figurehead that makes you proud to be who you are and where you are from.