Sunday, December 09, 2018 23:53

The Trials and Tribulations of Being British

September 23rd, 2018

So much is happening in Europe right now, and almost all of it is centred on the UK. According to my passport I hold British nationality but in my heart I am and always will be English. You need a little knowledge of what it’s like to be British, or in my case, English.

Being English is something no one can aspire to unless they were born in England. That is why my English identity is so important to me: it sets me aside  from all other peoples in the world.

My government is happy to throw the gates of my country open to all and sundry and in some cases to offer that treasured British citizenship to people who are not deserving of it. In my opinion the first people who should be entitled to come here and work are the people of Europe (for we British are, geographically, European. Many of my own countrymen would argue that we are no more European than we are almost anything else in the world. Plainly, that stance is nothing short of ridiculous: there are just six continents on this earth; Australasia, America, Asia, Africa, Antarctica and Europe. It must be as plain as the nose on your face that we (the UK) cannot be part of the first five, so we must be European.

And here is the problem for me when it comes to Brexit. I want to be part of Europe, even of the EU, but I cannot accept from the mandarins of Brussels that have any say whatsoever in who should be allowed to come and live and work in my country.

More later…

John Emberson

August 19th, 2011

Emberson

Born in the county of Essex, England, I am a practicing Roman Catholic, married with two sons and three grandsons. The greater part of my working life was spent as a firefighter with the Essex County Fire & Rescue Service. I joined the service in January 1963 with the then Southend on Sea County Borough Fire Brigade where I remained until local government reorganisation in 1974. I retired from the Essex County Fire and Rescue Service in 1984 with the rank of Station Officer.

I began writing many years ago and enjoyed a little success in having some children’s stories published: none of those stories are reproduced here. Nowadays I write mainly for fun, and mostly for adults. Some of my spare time is devoted to producing and publishing a newsletter (The Gathering) for members of the former Southend on Sea County Borough Fire Brigade. You’ll also find here an Ornithology page that shows my Species Life List.

You might be asking why I called this blog ‘The Voice of the Writer’. Simple: In an age when so many budding writers find it impossible to experience the joy of seeing their work in print, there is always the path of Vanity Publishing. But blogs such as this allow the amateur writer to offer their work for scrutiny by a demanding readership without having to go to the expense of funding a book that might not sell.

It can be nothing but regretful to see the standards of written English being eroded; a process that looks set to change permanently the way we communicate with one another. This steady erosion of our native language has come about by the availability of modern methods of communication that encourage poor grammar and spelling, methods that are daily perpetuated by people who should know better; people who one might think of as being well educated and in responsible positions in society. It is sad indeed to hear an English social worker admit that she doesn’t know the meaning of a not uncommon English word; sad to see a passage written by an English school teacher that has no punctuation; sad to see a university graduate who sees nothing wrong in using taboo slang.

It isn’t my intention to set myself up as an example of all that is good in the written word. I have suffered more than enough criticism over the years to be left in no doubt that what I write is sometimes less than perfect.

But I hope you’ll enjoy what you see here and, if you do, take the trouble add a comment.

Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae. Not gods, nor men, nor even booksellers have put up with poets being second-rate.                                                                                         Horace 65-8 B.C.  

John Emberson
1 December 2010
jeemberson@gmail.com