Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
Happy May Day - I tried to find a picture of a virgin on Google, but to avoid resorting to criminal activity, the very mention of which would set off alarm bells around the world and have Operation Yew Tree officers banging on my door, I had to use a photo of someone dressed up like one instead (the one on the right - I'm not sure about the others).
May Day, in this country (and the USSR) has been sadly hi-jacked by Socialists. In former times (a phrase my German mate is fond of using), May Day always fell on May 1st, but for the sake of commerce and the banks, it is now the following monday.
Unlike most British pagan festivals, it hasn't been hi-jacked by Christians, though - mainly because it hinges on agriculture, and even Christians have to eat. It wasn't that long ago when taxes in the form of cereal tithes were paid to the Church by every rural community, so allowing the peasants girls to dance around a phallic symbol on the village green was just something that the local abbot had to put up with.
When my daughter lived in Scotland, she was always planning excursions around the 'tattie holidays', when her children had a few days off school. I asked what this holiday period was for, and she told me that - in former times - all the children would be sent out into the field to help pick potatoes, and even though they now had machines to do that, the holiday had been set in folk memory and tradition, protected by trade unions and the like.
The only non-commercial and non-Christian group which have tried to hi-jack Mayday - and to some extent have succeeded - are bloody Morris Dancers.
I have a distinctly Cromwellian attitude toward Morris Dancers, and I'm not alone.