Unofficial Christ's Hospital Forum

So you admit the stuff there is so weak you can still drive after a glassful?

I thought you said somewhere that you swapped seats and had a snooze after a 'stop'........

Lol - you win!!

DavebytheSea wrote:Ah! but who makes the Buckfast scrumpy? Why the monks of course! .... and who Christianised the heathen Devonians? Why the Cornish saints and evangelists who alone kept the flame of Christianity burning when you Devonians meekly succumbed to the barbarian English. The art of cider making was, of course, carried across the Tamar when the heathen there were converted - indeed is it not the case that Buck the Bad (after whose conversion the abbey was named) was baptised in Cornish cider by none other than Saint Carumpus himself - the doyen of early Cornish cider makers?

Absolute rubbish ! May I remind you that there used to be a wall to keep you lot out ? Everyone knows ( well, they do in Devon, anyway) that the Cornish are ( or were.... let's protect PCism here) a wild, heathen bunch...vurriners, the lot o'em!

Did you know, said he, in the style of Michael Caine, that there is a stone on the hill just out Guildford, where I take the dog for a walk, commemorating the Cornish march of 1497? It's in two languages, at least I assume one of them is a language.
Must have taken place before the wall was built.

Never been to Cornwall, but I have been to brittany which I understand has a lot in common, right doewn to the similar flag!

Who cares where the cider comes from? I don't. though my parents live right across fromthe Merrydown factory, now sadly closed.

Now, now children - you'll all go and sit in the naughty chair if you don't start behaving yourselves. As someone who was born in Cornwall (Treliske Hospital, Truro) and has lived both there and in Devon, and whose parents now live in Somerset I still don't know which county can lay claim to inventing scrumpy. None of you have mentioned the greatest Cornish invention of all time - the pasty!!! At CH they used to force-feed us alleged pasties but they were awful, tastless bits of pastry with horrid brown lumps masquerading as meat - and, horror of horror - carrots!! You don't put carrots in a pasty - only swede, onion and potato. This most heinous of culinary crimes was then compounded by the fact that they put the crust on top and not at the side...don't get me started on THAT!!!

Shouldn't there be jam in the end for pudding too?

jhopgood wrote:Did you know, said he, in the style of Michael Caine, that there is a stone on the hill just out Guildford, where I take the dog for a walk, commemorating the Cornish march of 1497? It's in two languages, at least I assume one of them is a language.
Must have taken place before the wall was built.

Whereabouts in Guildford is that, John ??

marty wrote:Now, now children - you'll all go and sit in the naughty chair if you don't start behaving yourselves. As someone who was born in Cornwall (Treliske Hospital, Truro) and has lived both there and in Devon, and whose parents now live in Somerset I still don't know which county can lay claim to inventing scrumpy. None of you have mentioned the greatest Cornish invention of all time - the pasty!!! At CH they used to force-feed us alleged pasties but they were awful, tastless bits of pastry with horrid brown lumps masquerading as meat - and, horror of horror - carrots!! You don't put carrots in a pasty - only swede, onion and potato. This most heinous of culinary crimes was then compounded by the fact that they put the crust on top and not at the side...don't get me started on THAT!!!

Ahh - I am with you on that - although a devonian, I was also raised on the true tiddy oggie - lovely grub, and was horrified by the montrosity we also received at Hertford under the intitulé " cornish pasty"...

On the same subject of "real" food - when I was a little girl in Topsham, there was a lovely old man who used to make his own ice-cream with devonshire clotted cream, served with a dribble of strawberry coulis on it ... XXX years on, I can still taste it !

Euterpe13 wrote: On the same subject of "real" food - when I was a little girl in Topsham, there was a lovely old man who used to make his own ice-cream with devonshire clotted cream, served with a dribble of strawberry coulis on it ... XXX years on, I can still taste it !

Bet it wasn't called 'coulis' then, though!

HowardH wrote:Puzzled ?
Didn't realise there was life to the west of the Tamar!

There isn't is there?

Not much in Plymouth though...

J.R. wrote:

jhopgood wrote:Did you know, said he, in the style of Michael Caine, that there is a stone on the hill just out Guildford, where I take the dog for a walk, commemorating the Cornish march of 1497? It's in two languages, at least I assume one of them is a language.
Must have taken place before the wall was built.

Whereabouts in Guildford is that, John ??

Just of the Hog's Back coming out of Guildford.
If you leave Guildford on the A31 and go up the hill, there is a road to the left called Wodeland. A hundred yards in on the right is an opening to the grassy hill (by the allotments) and the stone is in the top right hand corner.
Or go up a road called the Mount, past the cemetry and continue a hundred yards along the lane and go right, into the field. The stone is at that corner.
Apparently there is an Anglo Saxon graveyard in the cemetry, but I couldn't get the dog over the wall to have a look.

... because your dog is too fat to lift or the wall was too high ?

It really wasn't my intention to start World War Three over a glass of cider...

To save face, and a lot of miles for most of us, how about all those of you who think that you were born in the home of 'real' cider bring an oak of it with you for all the rest of us to judge impartially. costs would be shared among drinkers, naturally.