Jelly Bellied Flag Flapper
Union Jack will fly over No 10 permanently ‘to show values’ - Times Online
The Union Jack is to fly permanently over Downing Street as an expression of the country’s values, Gordon Brown said last night. Two days after the Prime Minister suggested that the flag should be on show more than the 18 days permitted by regulations, it appeared above several departments, including No 10 and the Treasury.
In an interview with ITN marking the end of his first full week in power, Mr Brown confirmed that the flag would stay, on his instructions. It represented what the country had in common and the values it held dear, a sense of civic responsbility, a belief in fairness. He said that all “those things that unite us” were reflected in the symbols of the monarchy, Parliament and the Union Jack.
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For those joining late to the party I can do no better than repeat the origin of the phrase Jelly Bellied Flag Flapper from Stalky & Co. by Kipling.
And so he worked towards his peroration - which, by the way, he used later with overwhelming success at a meeting of electors - while they sat, flushed and uneasy, in sour disgust. After many many words, he reached for the cloth-wrapped stick and thrust one hand in his bosom. This - this was the concrete symbol of their land - worthy of all honour and reverence! Let no boy look on this flag who did not purpose to worthily add to its imperishable lustre. He shook it before them - a large calico Union Jack, staring in all three colours, and waited for the thunder of applause that should crown his effort.
They looked in silence. They had certainly seen the thing before - down at the coastguard station, or through a telescope, half-mast high when a brig went ashore on Braunton sands; above the roof of the Golf Club, and in Keyte's window, where a certain kind of striped sweetmeat bore it in paper on each box. But the College never displayed it; it was no part of the scheme of their lives; the Head had never alluded to it; their fathers had not declared it unto them. It was a matter shut up, sacred and apart. What, in the name of everything caddish, was he driving at, who waved that horror before their eyes? Happy thought! Perhaps he was drunk...
They discussed the speech in the dormitories. There was not one dissentient voice. Mr. Raymond Martin, beyond question, was born in a gutter, and bred in a Board-school, where they played marbles. He was further (I give the barest handful from great store) a Flopshus Cad, an Outrageous Stinker, a Jelly-bellied Flag-flapper (this was Stalky's contribution), and several other things which it is not seemly to put down.