Dancing in the streets?

Apparently, we should have a Great British Day in this country to run alongside St George’s Day, St Andrew’s, St David’s and St Patrick’s so we can celebrate all things British.

In principle I don’t have a big problem with that, but there’s one sticking point as far as I’m concerned and that’s street parties.

There is a group of people in this country who seem to be convinced that we’re still living in 1977, not 2008.

I remember the Queen’s Silver Jubilee where everyone sat around with their neighbours waving flags, happily drinking tea and passing round cucumber sandwiches. Yes, it was lovely but it was the 70s.

30 years on, I hardly know anyone in my road beyond my immediate neighbours and I definitely don’t feel the need to have a street party with them.

Yes, I know that a street party to celebrate Great British day is a way of getting to know my neighbours, but I’m really not sure I want to.

I know I sound like a real grump, but I can’t believe I’m the only one to feel like this, am I?