St. Georges Day

Sorry if this has been mentioned before but is there any sort of gathering etc. going on tomorrow? And where?

http://www.visitlondon.com/whats_on/st_george_index.html a BIG celebration there.


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How about in Munich...

There's a St George's Day party at The Arc tomorrow - some live music and beer from a wooden barrel etc. There will be a few of us down there from about 4pm.

@ Augsburg_Dave - just dont throw any beermats again, eh... we know what you're like after a few beerios.

Schotte that was you!

If I come through you should come for a few pints too. But don't make an embarrassment of yourself this time...

sorry mate, no guarantees. "embarrassments" and "disgrace" are what i do best.

will have to see, still feeling shit from damn foam party last week, but tomorrow is a new day!

edit: hang on, why the f**k would i want to celebrate st george's day!?

Because St George is also the saint of syphilis?

St George

Died
tortured and beheaded c.304 at Lydda, Palestine
Patronage
Aragon; agricultural workers; archers; armourers; Beirut, Lebanon;
Boy Scouts; butchers; Canada; Cappadocia; Catalonia; cavalry;
chivalry; Constantinople; Crusaders; England (by Pope Benedict XIV);
equestrians; farmers; Ferrara Italy; field hands; field workers; Genoa
Italy; Georgia; Germany; Gozo; Greece; herpes; horsemen; horses;
husbandmen; Istanbul; knights; lepers; leprosy; Lithuania; Malta;
Moscow; Order of the Garter; Palestine; Palestinian Christians;
plague; Portugal; riders; saddle makers; saddlers; skin diseases; skin
rashes; soldiers; syphilis; Teutonic Knights; Venice

Come by The Arc for St. Georges Day.

Info on St. George

Well, I have my biggest stadium cross of St. George billowing in the breeze over the balcony today.

"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility. But when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage. Then lend the eye a terrible aspect, let pry through the portage of the head like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it as fearfully as doth a galled rock, o'erhang and jutty his confounded base, swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide, hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit to his full height. On, on, you noblest English, whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, have in these parts from morn till even fought and sheathed their swords for lack of argument. Dishonour not your mothers; now attest, that those whom you call'd fathers did beget you. Be copy now to men of grosser blood, and teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman, whose limbs were made in England, show us here the mettle of your pasture. Let us swear that you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not; for there is none of you so mean and base, that hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, straining upon the start. The game's afoot: follow your spirit, and upon this charge, cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'."

And while the man can be a right plonker sometimes. I always loved this picture: