It's a funny thing, that we celebrate St Patrick's Day more than St George's in England, and he is our very own patron saint. And he was cool, too: he killed a dragon! What did Paddy do--banish some snakes? Bah. Granted, St Patrick's Day comes with the ready-made excuse to drink Guinness until you fall over, but since when has an excuse ever really been needed for that?
What could we do to celebrate St George's Day? Drink proper English beer? Cider? Really, it ought to be tea. We could watch football, cricket, or rugby. We could read Shakespeare, since it's his birthday today, as well:
This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
Richard II, 2.1