This is a very English fitness diary. English because well, we are in England. Even though we were right on the edge of England in what the French might call a ‘cultural hotspot’, that’s Liverpool to you and me. So, we went jogging, me and Jen, down by that famous Liverpool waterfront. The jog took place, after what I can only describe in my Liverpool accent as: “proper weird stretches them, Jen”.
Anyway, whilst on the jog, Jen remembers the ‘Poetry in Motion’ promise. Yes, easier said than done, isn’t it? While flicking through that old reliable mountain of poetry: Staying Alive real poems for unreal times. She comes across a poem called ‘Everybody Hates The English’ by Kit Wright *parental advisory, poem too explicit for blog* and proceeds to read it, out loud of course, here’s an excerpt: ‘Everyone hates the English, including the English. They sneer at each other for being so English…’
I don’t know where the poet got that nonsense from. I love all my brothers in Manchester, honest! And talking about sneering, well, Jen did get a few sneers while reading the poetry mid-run. I assured her they were happy sneers and that we Liverpool people developed ‘the sneer’ as a defence mechanism to keep tourists from asking us questions about The Beatles! “I don’t know Ringo’s mother and I don’t sit at home all day learning The Beatles lyrics, in fact, I’ve never even been to Strawberry field”
So we’ve spoken about England, we’ve spoken about hate. Well now, we’ve even spoken about love: you have the chance to spread some love by sponsoring our Reader Runners now.
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