So, today is St George's Day. (You can hardly miss it, especially if you read the Telegraph. They've devoted a whole 8-page section to it.) I'm as English as the next man, although I normally describe myself as British, but it's not something I feel the need to shout about or "celebrate" in some artificial manner.
I have been conditioned, I think, by living half my life in Scotland where I witnessed, at close hand, the negative impact of petty nationalism. It often seemed to me that you couldn't be Scottish unless you were anti-English as well.
I didn't notice it at school (St Andrews) or university (Aberdeen), apart from a few humorous comments, but when I returned to Scotland in the early Nineties it was painfully obvious that the whole thing had turned rather nasty. Some blame Thatcher for the institutionalised, anti-English outlook, but I don't buy that. In my experience, the most vociferous anti-English comments came from middle-class professionals - accountants and solicitors - the very people who benefitted most from her policies.
Numerous incidents spring to mind. One took place in 1994 when Murrayfield hosted the World Rugby Union Sevens Cup. England brought a team devoid of "names" such as Will Carling (a hate figure in Scotland), but that didn't stop the braying, barbour-jacketed crowd venting their spleen every time England appeared on the pitch. I felt physically sick.
Day after day the Scottish media stoked the fire. If, like me, you read most of the papers, it was relentless and fairly depressing. (If you didn't read the papers it probably wasn't so bad.) A typical headline in the Scottish Daily Mail during Euro 96 screamed: WHY WE HATE THE ENGLISH WHEN THEY'RE WINNING. (I don't know why they added the words "when they're winning".)
I remember watching the England-Spain game at a friend's house south of Glasgow. His brother (in his early thirties) watched the match with us. Ignoring the fact that I was in the room, he kept up a running anti-English commentary and stalked out in a huff when England won the game on penalties.
Euro 96 was the first time I can recall the widespread appearance of the flag of St George. Prior to that England supporters waved the Union flag, which was (unwittingly) a red rag to the Scottish bull. How dare the English adopt the British flag as their own! Then, when the Union flag was replaced by the flag of St George, that was just as bad. It's all right, it seems, for people to celebrate being Scottish by waving the Saltire, but woe betide an Englishman who sticks a white flag with a red cross on his car or house.
I haven't lived in Scotland for nine years and I am told there is less anti-English feeling than there used to be. Hmmm. I still don't know many Scots (apart from Gordon Brown) who would welcome an England victory in a world cup at any sport.
If attitudes are changing that has to be good for Scotland because there are only so many times you can blame your neighbour for all your ills and perceived slights. Perhaps devolution has something to do with it. Maybe independence would accelerate the process. I have my doubts.
Anyway, I've probably said too much. I have many Scottish friends who are not overtly anti-English and I admit that I am over-sensitive on the subject (even though I married a Glaswegian!). Nevertheless, it's interesting to note that crafty Alex Salmond is not averse to stoking anti-Scottish feelings in England in a bid to achieve independence (as THIS article in The Spectator explains).
You see, no-one knows better than the nationalists the power of negative thinking. So, please, no Little Englander type comments on this blog. Positive thoughts only, please!