From Diane:

"Somebody asked me much higher up what was meant by the webpage that rhymed with "fart".
That's the one."

I presume this is the new 'let's *really* wind her up then, shall we?" thought for today.

IB, for your information, as if you didn't already know, for I'm sure you've been informed, I created, and run the Albion Heart Myspace page. It's a very popular page, and only this morning, I accepted a Morris Dancing page to it. Perhaps you should have gone on to quote the rest of what is on the page, although I'm sure that would have then lessened the desired effect that you want to give to people.

Albion Heart Myspace

Albion Heart has NO members of the BNP on it, they get kicked very far away if they do turn up, and they have, because of the flag. I, unlike some of the utter 'traddie' dingbats in here, have no problem with the flag of England, other than the ********* BNP have decided to use it for their 'message' Well, "it's my flag too, and I want it back" (taken from 'Roots')

Diane, for years now, has been trying to tell people that my page is linked to the BNP, please see her post above. She put this on the fRoots board, and someone from the English folk world, the very person who was worried about the English flag on my page and who wanted a church instead (but I managed to make him see another view), contacted me about it, because he was so enraged. We'd had quite a chatter about it all, and had come to trust one another.

His band is very similar to Simon Care's Edward II band, you see, in that it has musicians from different cultures, who are all English, and they're damned excellent too. When I heard what was being said, I went back on to the fRoots board, and threatened to sue Ian Anderson's backside off unless he removed that post. He removed that part of my post, (no surprises there then) but left on the part where I pointed out that there was a HUGE notice on there to tell the BNP where to go. I have since removed that notice, because I no longer apologise for my flag, and I want no mention of the BNP themselves on my page.

This vendetta, a very personal one against me, all that I say, or do, or create, has, in my eyes at least, gone on for way too long. I would hope that most of the people who read this thread are able to now see exactly what has been going on for a very long time.

England does NOT belong to the BNP or to the traditionalists within the English folk world. It does not belong to the Extreme Left or the Extreme Right, who are both as crazy, bigoted and dangerous as each other, in my view. England belongs to her people, be they white, black, black, white, yellow, brown, green or spotty! I really don't care because I simply see people. And you know what, unlike the hypocritical bigots in this thread, I see no man or woman as 'class'...I never put England's people into Upper, Middle or Working Class, because I see no colours and no divisions.

We are all people, and those within Class War, who have done nothing but spread hatred and unrest across this nation, dividing it off into 'them and us' and adding fuel to the fire all the time, by saying many of the things that have been said in here, have done more damage to England and her people than almost anything else, apart from crazy political correctness, dumbing-down and controlling politicians who don't give a damn about my country, from all parties.
My ex-husband stopped Class War from delivering their darkly disturbing propaganda via the Royal Mail, years back...and a damn good job too. People who spread hatred are evil, no matter their title, or their political affiliations.

My country is NOT **filled** with BNP supporters. They are a minority, one that has upped it's numbers, yes, but still a tiny minority. And, they are a tiny minority within a vast ocean of multicoloured and multicultured Britain. We are not on the brink of facism or anything else, other than unbelevable apathy, due to a disturbingly dumbed down population who are so easily controlled, just like Orwell's 1984 Proles. And if the BNP are getting a fraction more support, then maybe some in this thread should read their own words again, and realise that the more you stop a nation from being a nation, the more you tell the English that to be proud to be English, or fly their flags is racist, the more trouble you are stirring things up and the easier you are making the job of the BNP.

My country is a beautiful country, with a history that is so rich that we are the envy of many parts of the world. Geographically we are beauty unlimited, from our mountains to our shorelines. We have the most incredible wild life, the most wonderful gardens, houses, palaces, ancient circles, universities, ancient cities, cathedrals. We are overflowing with poets and writers who are loved and adored throughout the world, and have been for centuries.

We are some of the luckiest people on the planet, and is it really any wonder that half the world seemingly wants to come to our shores and be a part of it all? No. We welcome them, when others in this world have turned them away, we welcome them and give them safe harbour...

However......something has gone drastically wrong, as can be seen by this thread and the vicious things that have been said in it, because to dare to be proud of being English, to love it, to remember things for her past, from your own past, is now, apparently wrong. And it's wrong because complete prats (you know who you are) have decided to dictate what we should celebrate and what we should not. Well they can stick their ideas where the sun don't shine, because this is my country and I will damn well love her, with all her faults and all her beauty, in whatever way I so choose. And if that means that I talk about cricket upon the village green, whilst the church bells ring in the background, well tough, because hey, that STILL happens all over England, as it has done for centuries.

Do your damndest to discredit me, but don't you dare discredit my country any longer with you ridiculous pie eyed, po faced view of what is and isn't England.

I have the right to love her, from Chaucer to Enid Blyton, from Dickens to Wordsworth, from Shakespeare to Orwell, from Show of Hands to The Imagined Village, from Elgar to Paul McCartney.

I loathe the Lad and Ladette kultcha, it is not England, it's just yobbishness. I know damn well that Merrie England is not always around, because I have damned well cleaned up villages where I used to live, picking up the broken bottles, the used condoms, the dirty nappies shoved into the hedgerows, I've painted the 'F*ck Off' out of the bus shelters, I've picked up the rubbish and cleaned up around the park benches...Why??? Because I am shite fed up with slobs and yobs and a culture that no longer knows about respect, or good manners, or thought for others..and part of the reason that youngsters feel so hopeless in this country is because they have no roots! They are NOT proud to be English, they HATE being English, because for way too long they have had every shite bit of our history shoved inside their heads, whilst not being given the other side of it all. That has been a terrible, terrible mistake!

So don't tell me that I must only love the England of 'Now' because I love ALL of England, and that includes most of her present and most her past, but unless we change things around then I worry about her future.

This is my country, and I love her in my own way. You love her in yours, and leave me the f*ck alone.

And now...back to England, although I expect Joe will close this thread, which is, I'm sure, what those who've been spewing out their vitriol about me these past weeks have wanted, right from the very start.

And yes, it saddens the beejayzus out of me, that one of those very people is now helping to run Sidmouth Folk Week, because anyone who has so much hatred inside her, as she does for me, and who is prepared to stop at nothing to twist the minds of people against me, puts a festival I once loved into a very dark place.

Sam always told me that the music was everything, it didn't matter about those who surrounded it, or what they said, how they were to me, because it was the music that mattered, at the end of the day, and nothing else. Well, they have poisoned the music for me and I hope they feel proud about that, but they will never poison my love for my country, because England runs through me like her rivers run down from her hills and into her valleys, and just like her tumbling waters, nothing will ever stop that love for my country.




Thank you very much.