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i first chanced upon the Picts when scouring through books of world cultures and symbols, it was all quite familiar until i saw the carved animals and designs of the Picts, i thought they were brilliant and was keen to see where they were from. Thinking they were eastern or suchlike i was
blown away if confused when the descriptions all said from scotland, why had i never seen them before – it was only on reading further that i found out the land was called pictland, and finding the picts gave me a reference point that finally felt believeable to my perception of national character and events.
school history lessons may have held some interest for me if they had even bothered to mention the native bloodline of this country, instead it was wall to wall tartan clad rabbie burns which just sent me to sleep every time. i would loved to have heard of britains native remnant, a people of seperate language and culture who formed our most ancient kingdom, that spiritual beacon of europe who hung on to the ancient way, who stood up to Rome, and won.
And here’s us today, not quite the golden age of the past.
the nation that struck oil and got poorer, the nation maggie thatcher beat like a dog – but all is not failure, we have our achievements to celebrate – we proudly top every european chart for mortality, obesity, heart disease, addiction, – who was just calling us under achievers eh, wha’s like us