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[Take down the Union Jack, It clashes with the sunset and put it in the attic with the emperors old clothes. When did it fall apart? Sometime in the eighties when the great and the good gave way to the greedy and the mean. Britain isn't cool, you know. It's really not that great. It's not a proper country. It doesn't even have a patron saint. It's just an economic union that's past its sell-by date.

Take down the Union Jack. It clashes with the sunset and ask our Scottish neighbors if independence looks any good. 'Cause they just might understand how to take an abstract notion of personal identity, and turn it into nationhood.

Is this the 19th Century that I'm watching on TV. The dear old queen of England handing out those MBEs, member of the British Empire. That doesn't sound too good to me. Gilbert and George are taking the piss, aren't they? Gilbert and George are taking the piss. What could be more British than is a picture of me bum? Gilbert and George are taking the piss.

Take down the Union Jack, It clashes with the sunset and pile up all those history books but don't throw them away. They just might have some clues about what it really means to be an Anglo hyphen Saxon in England dot Co dot you-K. To be an Anglo hyphen Saxon in England dot Co dot you-K.]

*A Torment Of Follies. Frances Stark. 2008.
*Take down the Union Jack. Billy Bragg, 2002.