England should make an effort to celebrate St George's day

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He didn't slay dragons because there never were any, but what a glorious myth! I know a little local boy, only 4, who loves it. He drapes the English flag around his shoulders, grabs a wooden sword and chases round his garden looking for every dragon he can find. Any nation that lives on unhistorical, unsustainable, crazy myths has far more chance of surviving and dreaming dreams and achieving something really worthwhile, than one hung up on things like the gross domestic product, hedge funds, stock markets and toxic debts like Gordon Brown and his sad boring lot have used to ruin us. Brown and his gang would cover England's green and pleasant land with concrete, runways, shopping malls, car parks and motorways. St George would have us living in the greenwood and fill the land with dreams and myths. George would have us recreate our forests and make pure our streams and populate them with trout and tiddlers, with badgers and otters and with wolves and beavers. The lark would rise again and fill the sky with song. His very name means farmer. No wonder Shakespeare had Prince Hal at Agincourt urging his men 'Cry God for Harry, England and St George' because George himself was a glorious dream, a vision of valour and love defying the forces of evil; and a nation that can dream can hope. England is the land of myth, poetry and mystic vision. England is the land of Bede, Caedmon, the Dream of the Rood, Chaucer's mad-hatter pilgrims, Blake's visions, the mists and passions of Wuthering Heights and the mysteries of Stonehenge. 
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Dreams, fairytales and myths are great for diverting us from the humdrum practicalities of modern life, but few of us can live in the woods among the elves in this day and age. As inspiring and romantic as this vision of England is, it is undoubtedly a vision of England past. We cannot simply bury our heads in enchanted sands and avoid the political and economic concerns of contemporary global living. To do so would be akin to regressing into a bygone era and would not leave us with a nation which we could be proud of when judging by global standards - something that surely wouldn't have been wished for by St. George himself.