But here’s the fun part: people are trying to revive it.
Pubs now serve English ales. Some towns hold medieval fairs. Morris dancers pop up.
There’s a petition to make it a bank holiday. It fails every year, but people keep trying.
St George's Day: Why Is England's National Day Not Celebrated
In London, you can find a parade. It’s small. It’s dorky. It’s adorable.
And honestly, that’s kind of perfect. England isn’t a loud, flag-waving nation.
We are the country of stiff upper lips and apologizing for everything. A quiet, awkward celebration feels right.
So maybe that’s why St. George’s Day isn’t big. Because we prefer it that way.
We don’t need a parade. We have a good joke about a dragon and a Turkish guy.
And on April 23rd, you can raise a pint of English ale. Whisper a thank you to George. Then get back to work.
Three Quirky Facts to Drop at the Pub
Fact one: The dragon isn’t in the original story. That was added centuries later for drama.
Fact two: St. George is also the patron saint of scouts. And of syphilis. Seriously. Look it up.
Fact three: The red cross on a white background? It’s actually the flag of Genoa. England borrowed it.
So when you see that flag at a soccer match, you’re cheering for a symbol from an Italian city-state. Hilarious.
St. George’s Day is a mess of history, legend, and awkward silence. That’s what makes it fun to talk about.
No guilt. No drama. Just a day that almost exists. And that’s weirdly wonderful.
So on April 23rd, do something small. Buy a red rose (that’s his symbol). Eat a roast dinner. Read some Shakespeare.
Just don’t expect a parade. We’re English. We don’t do that.
And if anyone asks why? Smile. Say, “Blame the dragon.”
