Not Jimmy Pringle - t'other. I've just bought one in cobalt blue (cancer charity; close to my heart nowadays), my first acquisition in many, many years.
This goes hand in hand with the Argyle thread, which so far has attracted only comments about football (wasn't Michael Foot a fan?). I've grown slightly tired of Alan Paine, aside from my scarf (a gift) and slipovers (two, thrifted many years ago). A slight drawback, however - no, a major drawback - a few sweaters I've looked over have definite Scottish symbols on them. I'd no more wear those than anything featuring a Union Jack.
Oh dear, next you’ll be saying you wouldn’t go in a pub if there was a St George’s flag flying outside.
Pringles? Call me boring, but I’d just as soon have a bag of normal crisps.
Sorry for that moment of frivolity.
The brand has always been linked with golf in my mind, which immediately makes it less desirable for me. I feel that Pringle was probably once a really great brand but for many years has just been a label that is attached to indifferent products to make them seem better than they are.I once had a pair of Pringle underpants, well as you can guess they just weren’t up to the job.
I frankly detest that flag in particular - wherever it flies. Everything about it suggests idiotic national pride/nationalism - and everything that goes with it. I'm agin it.
AFS this is unfortunate, but you share a widely held self-denigrating attitude towards our own England, the main country of the United Kingdom that created the modern world and the fifth largest economy on the planet. Fancy detesting your own flag, unbelievable. The English just love to sneer at themselves it seems, well the intelligentsia and anti-Brexit crowd do anyway. If more English people took a pride in their flag and heritage the cross of St George would not be associated with the few that some consider themselves to be so superior to.
Yet the Scottish and the Welsh don’t have a problem with celebrating their own identity.
Contrast this attitude of looking down your nose at anyone who is thick enough to revel in their Englishness with the USA, where the Stars and Stripes is flown everywhere and people are genuinely proud to be Americans.
Last word to the Syrian man who fitted our workshops. He told me, with tears in his eyes, of the day he arrived at Heathrow and when the immigration officer checked his passport and looked up and said ‘Welcome to the U.K.’. His other best day was his citizenship ceremony.
I have an England flag which we were given on St George’s Day by a very good pub landlord. It was useful as a cloak during lockdown when we had to drink outside. You always underestimated how much clothing to put on to keep warm.
Will be heading to the same pub tonight. He also has Morris Men on the 23rd.
‘Ivy’ Morris Men :-
https://ewellmorris.co.uk/
My paternal grandmother, who was said by her only son to possess no sense of humour whatever, almost pissed herself laughing upon seeing morris men at their larks.
On some of my WhatsApp friends and family sites we send each other St George's Day greetings messages. One friend flies the flag outside his house. None of his neighbours appear offended by this.
I have an Irish Friend who took it as an insult when I didn't wish him a happy St Patrick's Day. I pointed out he had never wished me a happy St George's Day. He thought the English flag racist.
These signs and symbols depress me... those painted Scottish faces, so full of Celtic aggression...
Wasn't St. George Syrian?
I wouldn't look to anyone who flew any kind of flag outside their house for a decent cup of coffee and a chat about The Modern Jazz Quartet.
I'm not offended by the rampant Lion symbol on the Pringle sweater but they do remind me of 1970s golf attire similar to the Slazenger brand. My brother, a golfer, used to wear them. If Pringle are still manufacturing in Scotland then good luck to them. I personally wouldn't buy them but I imagine they might turn up in the charity shops as the original owners die off.
I tend to think of them as a decent sweater for around the house, not dissimilar to Alan Paine in quality but certainly not up to the standards of other names in Scottish knitwear.
‘I wouldn't look to anyone who flew any kind of flag outside their house for a decent cup of coffee and a chat about The Modern Jazz Quartet.’
It would be all round to Lady Nugee’s house for you. Don’t roll up in a white van though.
I doubt if the lady in question and I would get on at all. I'd be far too proletarian for her refined tastes. She reminds me somewhat of my first mother-in-law, who enjoyed chit-chatting about the working class but generally went well out of her way to avoid them in person.
St Georgie's day used to be considered as the start of the asparagus season in England, at least with me. I like both white (German) and green (English) varieties. But prefer the green. This Saturday I will be in Helsinki eating white asparagus from Germany.
The best Morris dancing I've seen was at Leigh folk festival the day after the Brexit referendum. I don't think it would have been your 'cup of tea' AFS
Like my late grandmother, I find it hilarious whenever (not often) I catch sight of it. I guess it's harmless enough but, like the Last Night Of The Proms, standing for the National Anthem etc. I'd take a very long walk to avoid it. It all reminds me too much of school: sponsored walks, raffle tickets, the compulsory buying of a poppy, the singing of awful songs like 'The British Grenadiers'. Fortunately, though, once back home I'd hear Slim N'Slam and that would put a smile on my face.
The best Morris dancing I've seen was at Leigh folk festival the day after the Brexit referendum. I don't think it would have been your 'cup of tea' AFS
Mine would've been Frankie Howerd in "The Great St Trinian's Train Robbery".
During my daily walks along the Thames I pass a lot of houses that have flagpoles outside. The Union flag and St George’s cross are popular choices and predictably, in recent weeks a couple of houses have taken to flying the Ukraine flag. There’s an old boy in one house who has a massive collection of world and UK national flags, county crests, organisations like the RNLI etc. Each day he flies a different one and puts a card in his window e.g. Flag of the Day - Middlesex. Harmless enough, but flags can take on a sinister connotation, I remember feeling uncomfortable driving through County Armagh on seeing the number of tricolours on display, but it was a time when it made sense to feel uncomfortable in that area.
‘ I remember feeling uncomfortable driving through County Armagh on seeing the number of tricolours on display, but it was a time when it made sense to feel uncomfortable in that area’
The Irish tricolour was banned in Northern Ireland for a long time. Paisley was always on about it. So it is understandable that it is flown as a mark of defiance.
Having been in Belfast during 12th Fortnight I have seen the other side of the coin. Stayed in Europa Hotel, the most bombed hotel in the world at one time. I did not realise that the marching season was so long. It’s not just the bank holiday on 12th July.
There were two plaques in reception. One celebrating Bill Clinton and the peace process.
The other stating ‘No flags, football shirts or band uniforms.’
I've stayed in the Europa Hotel Belfast. During the troubles. Don't remember much about it except I put a jacket and tie for dinner and the boss dressed down. Felt awkward at the time but I also remember we used the Crown Pub across the road which was impressive.
I also visited Londonderry but for that trip I flew in and out in one day. It felt very tense.
The Crown Liquor Saloon was closed on the bank holiday and for a good while after. Most places shut on the 12th. A lot of the locals go away on holiday.
Also stayed in the Europa on a work trip and was distinctly underwhelmed. Had a drink in the Crown which was a memorable pub. On the same trip we went to Londonderry and we were up on the city walls overlooking the Bogside. It was obvious by the number of people on the streets that something was occuring. A riot started developing on the estate which, being at a good distance, was very interesting for us to watch. The crowd hijacked a bus and set it on fire, at which point we were advised that it would be good to leave town.
I went up the Garvaghy Road on one trip. Then stood in The Field at Drumcree. The Brethren were not congregating there at the time though.
Garvaghy Road itself was not too bad. Not one of those narrow terraces. Would be alright outside the marching season.