Hmmm.... Yes he did speak fast!
He has missed some bits but never mind.
Just for your information...
The English come from Germany, the Scots come from Northern Ireland and the Welsh are the British (more accurately Britons) as are the Cornish. You can thank the bloody Romans for that (What have they given us, apart from the aquaduct?)
After the Romans left we were invaded by the Germans: the Saxons (West and South), Angles (East) and Jutes (South East)
I am English because I was born and bred in East Anglia, the land of the Angles. After it became the land of the Angles/Angleland/England, the right hand side of the country became Danish, while the left half remained Saxon.
After a while more, the country was reunited by the Saxon King Alfed the Great...except there was still no 'England'. That did not come about until 955 when the 'King of Kings' (an Irish idea) became 'King of all the English'. We became Danish (and even Norwegian once which made us also Swedish as the same king ruled both countries) for a while again when we became part of the Scandinavian Empire.
We were then invaded again by the Normans...who were not French!!!!!! They were Danish too! They just spoke French.
That gave us loads of land in that country where they speak in a way that nobody understands and eat snails.
They were jealous of us and wanted it back so we started warring with each other over our lands that they thought were theirs.
After a while the French became English when our Kings became kings of France. This eventually led to a war called the Hundred Years War. People will tell you that it lasted 116 years but, actually, hostilities with France were never ended until the Entente Cordiale of 1904.
We then became Welsh when the cosmopolitan king (for want of a better expression) was kicked out by a Welshman (whose grandfather had married the Queen of England and France after her King died just before the end of the Hundred Years War) so we were a bit French then too.
We then became Scottish for a while when a Welsh lady turned out not to be very good at having babies. That didn't suit us for long. We didn't have a King that we wanted so we became Dutch because we asked a Dutchman to be ours. That was very good for us.
The trouble was that the last Dutch lady was not very good at having babies either so we asked a nice man (who didn't speak English...always a good get out when he tells you to do something you don't want to do) to be king so we became German again.
Eventually his family decided that being German was not the best thing so they changed themselves into English...and here we are!
Confused? Just call us Heinz...57 varieties!
