Just after Christmas, Peter Hitchens suggested a British Thanksgiving. Quite when this would be is one question. But, having last night enjoyed presumably the last haggis of the season (I like haggis, but there is such a thing as too much of a good thing – I’ll soon be saying the same thing about leaks, and shortly thereafter about Guinness), I am more concerned with what might be the Thanksgiving Dinner.
I propose Irish stew, followed by haggis and leaks, and rounded off with a generous medley of stodgy English puddings. Glorious. What might be drunk with each course, and what upon repairing to the bar thereafter?
I must say that, following on from last year’s much more enthusiastic observance of Halloween, Guy Fawkes Night, Remembrance Sunday and really even Christmas, this year’s enthusiastic observance of Burns Night augurs well for Saint David’s Day (under-observed outside Wales), for Saint Patrick’s Day, and for this year’s early Easter, the first since the reason why this country now feels able to keep these things properly, and no longer has the feel of being under hostile foreign occupation.
Which suggests the obvious date for an annual British Thanksgiving: the anniversary of the resignation of Tony Blair.
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