St George's Day

[fluffer]

Huzzah and tally-**, what, what?

Ding dong and cordial greetings to one's country on today of all days as tis the day of our patron saint! Cups of tea all round methinks, with milk, no lemons - none of this colonial nonsense what, what. Nanny will be round later with some Roast Beef and Yorkshire Puddings, just like one's old school Matron used to make, how I miss those nightly thrashings.

I then propose a most invigorating game of football, that would be 'soccer' to you American chappies, followed by some more tea and crumpets. Does wonder for the constitution. Followed by a spiffing cold shower and some towel flicking malarkies, makes a man of you, what, what.

So wish all us Englanders a most pleasant St.Georges Day and also Shakespeares birthday, not quite up to the muster of Barbara Cartland but there one goes.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/quiz/questions/0,,211620,00.html

 

[TheThirdMan]

Note: We all speak like that.

 

[fluffer]

Precisely TheThirdMan, my good man. I trust you shall be polishing ones bowler before nipping out for a flagon of warm ale before some Morris Dancing? I know that I will.

 

[moss918]

Sounds spiffing, good day to you squire *tips hat*

 

[BIG D 04]

I wish everyone a Happy St George's Day and I would like to use this event (like others) to Campaign for Political Ideology.

I hear the SNP's using Today as a day for Scottish Independence, we kicked your bottom before we'll do it again! Just don't talk to the Yanks, we let them win.

 

[MartinS]

I say, it's simply super you posted this, fluffer. There's not of the jolly old Englishness left in the world, what what, and when it is demonstrated it's often perceieved as racism.

I was in Birmingham city centre the other day and you couldn't turn a corner without coming face to face with a gaggle of Morris Dancers. Hurrah! It made me want to jangle my bells and bang me stick, so it did.

Fluffer: that wouldn't be your profession, would it?

 

[MUDCRABS]

Funny abou this subject but I posted this about 20 minutes ago on the ChowUR board on the same topic.
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But Brit............... Saint George wasn't a Pom! He was a mercenary from Turkey (Anatolia) fighting for Rome.

My next-door neighbours (Serbian) celebrate Saint Georges day with a holyday as it's their patron saint also, do the Poms have a holyday on the saints day.... NO. Why not?




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Pommies miss the boat again :spook:

 

[fluffer]

I am sorry MUDCRABS, one can't quite understand you...it must be your accent.
Dangle a shrimp on one's barbie Cobber, and tie one's kangaroo down sport Sheila?? No, still don't quite understand, what, what.

And huzzah for Morris Dancing, MartinS. I should imagine it brought quite a tear to one's eye to see grown men dancing with hankies and such. If we did cry at all, being quite top-** and stiff upper lipped and all that. And as for my profession, I do hope one wasn't referring to one's name being likened to that of a common gutter totty!

Stone the crows, one's having an attack of the vapours!

Tally **!

 

[MartinS]

Fluffer: you may have to shout to make him understand you.

Mudcrabs: "pom" should actually be "POHM" as it stands for Prisoner of Her Majesty, gawdblessher. [salutes]

St George was Polish? A mere detail, sir. Hitler was Austrian. Sir Francis Drake was a slave trader.

 

[fluffer]

Fluffer: you may have to shout to make him understand you.

One tried that but one's voice bounced right orf those bally corks on his titfer, really rum do.

Anyway, I must away to one's club in my bath chair, gout's playing up again don't you know. I blame the war. TTFN!

 

[ToddG]

<threadjack size:HUGE>

They canonized Bush?

 

[Kilted1]

Oh, to be in England
Now that April's there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England - now!

And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows
Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge
Leans to the field and scatters on the clover
Blossoms and dewdrops - at the bent spray's edge
That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over,
Lest you should think he never could recapture
The first fine careless rapture!

And though the fields look rough with hoary dew,
All will be gay when noontide wakes anew
The buttercups, the little children's dower, -
Far brighter than this gaudy melon-flower!

Robert Browning (1812-1889)

PS.... Is there Honey still for Tea ?

 

[MartinS]

I feel compelled to point out that any stereotypes portrayed herein are jest.

What what.

 

[TheThirdMan]

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred 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.

 

[johntalin]

I very much enjoyed your posts.
I cheated on the test, because some of my husband's relatives live in London and I know about the lifestyle there.
And, not to bragg, I have a husband whom I consider a walking encyclopaedia with a memory of an elephant, so we talk about all cultures of the world and how the customs originate.
Our only joke about the English is that they are way too proper. To give an example, during their occupation in India, on a usual humid afternoon, the English always wore suits and sipped hot tea while sweat was dripping from their foreheads. And, they will not initiate a conversation without being formally introduced. lol

 

[johntalin]

Funny abou this subject but I posted this about 20 minutes ago on the ChowUR board on the same topic.
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But Brit............... Saint George wasn't a Pom! He was a mercenary from Turkey (Anatolia) fighting for Rome.

My next-door neighbours (Serbian) celebrate Saint Georges day with a holyday as it's their patron saint also, do the Poms have a holyday on the saints day.... NO. Why not?




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Pommies miss the boat again :spook:

lol. Knowledge is power and very disappointing at times.

 

[Brown Study]

I scored 14. Perfection would be 40. However, Question 2's, "Cricket is, . . ." with one of the choices, "Tedious and hard to win at," all bets were off.

That a British newspaper, ostensibly a broadsheet at that, should not only end that phrase with a superfluous word but with a preposition, is nothing short of shocking. So to compensate for the steady deterioration of proper, grammatical English and that of the Empire, I slipped into my 1880 Col Blimp persona, found my swagger stick and the nearest neighbour kid and soundly thrashed him with it, as Question 6 suggests one always should.

I daresay my answers would have attained the perfect score had the quiz been run in the many daily editions of any British newspaper during Victoria's reign, and any editor of that time who allowed the barbarity of a preposition teetering on the brink would have been dismissed forthwith, he and his family left destitute and forced to ship out in steerage to Australia, as would be right and proper.

I shall write a letter of complaint to my MP, little good it will do, since my MP warms the bench in Ottawa, not Westminster — yet another failing of the Empire, eh, what?

 

[MUDCRABS]

I am sorry MUDCRABS, one can't quite understand you...it must be your accent.
Dangle a shrimp on one's barbie Cobber, and tie one's kangaroo down sport Sheila?? No, still don't quite understand, what, what.

And huzzah for Morris Dancing, MartinS. I should imagine it brought quite a tear to one's eye to see grown men dancing with hankies and such. If we did cry at all, being quite top-** and stiff upper lipped and all that. And as for my profession, I do hope one wasn't referring to one's name being likened to that of a common gutter totty!

Stone the crows, one's having an attack of the vapours!

Tally **!

 

[MUDCRABS]

Fluffer: you may have to shout to make him understand you.

Mudcrabs: "pom" should actually be "POHM" as it stands for Prisoner of Her Majesty, gawdblessher. [salutes]

St George was Polish? A mere detail, sir. Hitler was Austrian. Sir Francis Drake was a slave trader and MUDCRABS was a Pom/Pohm back 36 years ago

There is no definition of Pom/Pohm or any word cuz no one knows????


Not so fast Oh man from a town that is 'ONLY' famous for Dark Chocolate. :spook:

In Christian hagiography Saint George - The Saint who killed the Dragon (ca. 275-281–April 23, 303) was a soldier of the Roman Empire, from Anatolia, now modern day Turkey, who was venerated as a Christian martyr. Saint George is the most venerated saint in the Eastern Orthodox Church and Oriental Orthodox Churches. Immortalised in the tale of George and the Dragon, he is the patron saint of Canada, Catalonia, England, Ethiopia, Georgia, Greece, Montenegro, Portugal, Serbia, the cities of Istanbul, Ljubljana and Moscow, as well as a wide range of professions, organisations and disease sufferers.

By the way Marto, don't forget to welcome your Cricketers (that ‘LOST’ in the world cup) home in the next few days:spook:

 

[johntalin]

I scored 14. Perfection would be 40. However, Question 2's, "Cricket is, . . ." with one of the choices, "Tedious and hard to win at," all bets were off.

That a British newspaper, ostensibly a broadsheet at that, should not only end that phrase with a superfluous word but with a preposition, is nothing short of shocking. So to compensate for the steady deterioration of proper, grammatical English and that of the Empire, I slipped into my 1880 Col Blimp persona, found my swagger stick and the nearest neighbour kid and soundly thrashed him with it, as Question 6 suggests one always should.

I daresay my answers would have attained the perfect score had the quiz been run in the many daily editions of any British newspaper during Victoria's reign, and any editor of that time who allowed the barbarity of a preposition teetering on the brink would have been dismissed forthwith, he and his family left destitute and forced to ship out in steerage to Australia, as would be right and proper.

I shall write a letter of complaint to my MP, little good it will do, since my MP warms the bench in Ottawa, not Westminster — yet another failing of the Empire, eh, what?

This is great.