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Flying the British flag in the face of confusion

11/3/2013

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I’m in a bad mood. Firstly, I hate time wasting, and secondly, I wish everyone could describe my nationality in the same way. And these points are related.

I’m British. I was born in Wales, my husband is from Northern Ireland and our children were born in England. So to avoid any debate on the dominant countries, principalities and provinces that make up the British Isles, we say we are British. It is as simple as that.

If only. When I fill in an internet-based form full of “time-saving” drop down menus, I start to doubt my nationality. For example, when asked: “What is your nationality?”, the answer should not be “United Kingdom”, it should be “British”. So I’m left scrolling up and down the page. Great Britain, Britain, United Kingdom, and sometime, irritatingly, England.

If I’m looking for my currency, it surely should be Great British Pound, as it is traditionally abbreviated to GBP, or possibly Sterling. Not British pound, or United Kingdom funny money.  

And don’t get me started when I see the flag being flown upside down, or incorrectly depicted. (Yes, there is no mirror image to the Union Flag. The urban myth is that if you fly the flag upside down you are making a distress signal, but given that most Brits struggle to put it the right way up, you’ll be waiting for help for a long time.)

I would gladly give a history lesson on the complex pieces of our jigsaw realm to anyone who would listen, but believe it or not, it is hard to get an audience.

Since you’re reading this, I’m going to assume that you have agreed to be my audience, so please excuse me for pushing this relationship to the max; I’m going to get on my soap box.

Located in North-East Europe, the British Isles are a group of pretty chilly and damp islands, including Britain, Ireland, the Isle of Man, the Hebrides, the Orkney Islands, the Shetland Islands, the Scilly Isles, and the Channel Islands. But it’s a perilous decision for the brave soul who describes us as European. As we are part of the European Union, in one sense we are European, but we don’t share the common currency, or the common uniting force of being part of the mainland. That said, it has been a winding road to our current political relationship with our brothers over the channel. We are only divided by a 24 mile stretch of water, but the British like to have this internal battle – we can’t make our own minds up over whether we are European or not. We want to feel part of any great European debates, especially when decisions affect us (such as whether our bananas are allowed to be curvy, or whether we have enough cocoa in our great British chocolate).

Particularly, we still carry a torch for our colonial past. We might have started the Industrial Revolution, but we will be first to admit that since decolonisation we no longer have the resources or money to push the same trajectory, and our systems are crumbling and antiquated. History is an important part of our identity and pivotal to the UK’s current industrial success – if it wasn’t for history we wouldn’t have a flourishing tourist trade. There has to be a greater pull than the weather, after all.

Following the Second World War, Britain helped broker the deal that tied Germany industry to France through the European Coal and Steel Community. This was an effort to stem any future aggressive German nationalism. This industrial relationship was the seed that grew into today’s European Union. We watched from afar, and then decided, as the relationship appear to be more beneficial than our other trading links, that we should join in the fun. Only to be told by de Gaulle on more than one occasion: “Non”. When we were finally allowed membership it appears we still felt uncomfortable about a relationship based on partnership. We were used to calling the shots. We wanted to be part of this growing decision-making power, but we didn’t like sharing the decision-making or relinquishing any degree of control.

We’re British. Part of our stereotype is our quirky sense of humour, and our contradictions. It’s a by-product of the class system that still exists today. We might politically have done away with the idea of class, but in truth it’s evident every day, from the North-South divide, to the landed gentry, House of Lords and Monarchy. So if we are confused about our identity, and full of contradictions, can’t others be forgiven for not understanding who we are?

Even I get confused when I try to get my head around how my husband is Irish, not Irish; is British but not from Great Britain. I can’t exactly describe him as United Kingdomish, can I?!

For a brief over-view of the geographical complexity that confuses even its own people, it’s worth watching this amusing video. At least the Union Flag is the right way up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rNu8XDBSn10    

http://youtu.be/rNu8XDBSn10
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Profusion of Petunias: a miracle, mirage or mistake?

3/3/2013

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There is a miracle growing in Dubai. This arid desert is home to a rainbow carpet of flowers. A small patch of barren land, beside a twelve-lane dusty highway, has temporarily been transformed into a little piece of northern Europe called Dubai Miracle Garden. The dubious claim is that this is the World’s largest natural flower garden.

Landscaping company Akar intend to attract one million visitors a year to see 45 million flowers covering a 72,000 square metre site.

The definition of the word “natural” might be stretched here however, given Petunias are not native flowers, dry sandpits don’t often produce blankets of blooms, and many man-hours have been invested to create this miracle. So is it a success?

In terms of colour, it is. It’s a riot of pinks, purples and oranges. In terms of creativity, marks do have to be given for effort. Pyramids, mounds, arches and even cars are covered in blossoms. And in terms of interest, there were certainly queues of camera clicking visitors, many from the Subcontinent, where there neither the natural environment, or failing that, finances to create such a fanciful and frivolous project.

However, in terms of horticultural prowess, this is not a green-fingered planting achievement. In fact there is very little planting at all. Plastic plots of Petunias are stacked high or laid in rows. It is also not a garden in the true sense. There is little variety in the blooms. I think I may have seen a Geranium, and oddly some umbrellas. But that was it. If you like Petunias, this is a garden for you. But there is a reason why Petunias are used to create the Miracle Garden. With little water they grow impressively well in Dubai.

This wasn’t an educational nature trail where I would learn the healing properties of plants, or their Latin names.

But it is an achievement that Dubai is proud of. Get too close to the flowers, or roll a baby’s pram over the grass, and a man in a fluorescent vest blows a whistle very loudly in your face. And after all, name another country that would choose to grow a flower garden in the middle of a desert? It wouldn’t surprise me if the UAE’s motto became “It hasn’t been done yet, so why not?” It has the tallest building, the largest dancing fountains, the largest fish tank, the largest indoor ski slope, the largest shopping mall – and that’s just Dubai. It might be short of a miracle but this fanciful flower patch is another first for Dubai, and that appears to be how success is measured here. 

The practical bit

·       Dubai Miracle Garden is now open to the public from 10am to 10pm on weekdays and 10am to midnight on weekends and on public holidays.
·       It will close in late-May, reopening in October.
·       The entry fee is 20Dhs for adults and children aged three and above.
·       www.the-miracle-garden.com

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