Patriotism

	Stephen faces the camera and speaks straight to it, 
	calmly, but with a hint of passion. There is a Union
	Jack behind him.


Stephen		God save our gracious Queen,
		Long live our noble Queen,
		God save the Queen,
		Send her victorious,
		Happy and glorious,
		Long to reign over us,
		God save the Queen.

		Now, some of the younger people watching me
		here on this programme tonight might think that
		there is something amusing or ridiculous in the
		words of that grand old hymn, our own Great British
		National anthem. I happen to find such people sick,
		disgusting, degraded and enormously limp-making in
		a sexual sense. There is nothing arousing at all about
		people who can mock and sneer at simple love of
		country, nothing to make the loins twitch and quiver
		about the kind of hooligan who can despoil our flag.
		The sort of cynical, atheistic, unpatriotic yoboiks who
		hold nothing sacred have no power at all to bring
		me to a proud stand. You're going to have to do
		something a little bit more than repeat a few cheap
		jibes about the land I love if you want me to thicken
		and engorge with mounting excitement. In the old
		days as soon as the national anthem was heard the
		whole nation would rise stiffly to attention. Am I the
		only one left? Goodnight.