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Euterpe13 wrote:... because your dog is too fat to lift or the wall was too high ?

Bit of both really.

Is the dog a forum member I have to meet?

Was there a school dog?

BTaylor wrote:Was there a school dog?

... define dog ...( we've already done the school cat bit )

are we talking about a real dog or was it a dyslexic post and this is meant to be a religious discussion? it all goes back to the DBTS reference earlier...

DavebytheSea wrote: 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.

I know nothing about these things - but RR - didn't we drink the alleged scrumpie somewhere near Bristol and you said that if you went to some hills (chilterns / mendips ?????) that it was even better?? I thought it came from Somerset....

Returning to the original topic:

I'd like to meet Dirty Old Jack.

I keep on imagining I'll run into EnglishAngel dahn at Tesco in Amersham, but it hasn't happened yet. If I did, one or other of us (or both) might well experience a massive spontaneous diarrhoea attack. Or maybe we'd fall in luuuurve.

Or maybe she'd set her dog on me.

Rory wrote:are we talking about a real dog or was it a dyslexic post and this is meant to be a religious discussion? it all goes back to the DBTS reference earlier...

DavebytheSea wrote: 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.

I know nothing about these things - but RR - didn't we drink the alleged scrumpie somewhere near Bristol and you said that if you went to some hills (chilterns / mendips ?????) that it was even better?? I thought it came from Somerset....

The Mendips are the hills in question. Can't remember exactly where we had cider - maybe in a pub in Yatton (nr. Clevedon).

Do you remember that my mum brought some up to C.H.? We locked ourselves in the music school and drank it in the khazi after a St. Louis gig in the theatre, I think.

Spoonbill wrote:Returning to the original topic:

I'd like to meet Dirty Old Jack.

I keep on imagining I'll run into EnglishAngel ...
maybe she'd set her dog on me.

Is Dirty Old Jack the DOJ (Dog?) in question? If he looks anything like Spoonbill he would indeed be hard for John to lift over the wall near Guildford! (By the way, I didn't know the Hog had been away)

Euterpe13 wrote: 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!

Was this the very same wall that John tried to lift Spoonbill over near Guildford? The Cornish did indeed march that way while the Hog was still there, but without the Housey Band to lead them they may have wandered a bit south, London being their real objective. Anyway it's good to know that the Cornish only had to be kept out of Guildford really.

jhopgood wrote:

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.

You live and learn John. Can't be far from where Mike Hawthorn was killed on the old A.3. I remember him when he owned the Tourist Trophy Garage in Farnham. Great loss to motor racing.

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

Well, to quote Jethro, what happened was the women used to make pasties for their husbands to eat whilst working down the mine. One half would be savoury and the other half would be sweet. They would then 'carve' their husbands initials on the pasty so they didn't get mixed up. The sweet pasty seems to have died a death - I never ate one or saw one on sale whilst living in Cornwall. Subsequently I don't know what they used to put in them...

Spoony, I was in Tesco tonight, and they don't allow dogs in, not that I have one. I do have a very belligerent daughter, she is scary.

marty wrote:

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

Well, to quote Jethro, what happened was the women used to make pasties for their husbands to eat whilst working down the mine. One half would be savoury and the other half would be sweet. They would then 'carve' their husbands initials on the pasty so they didn't get mixed up. The sweet pasty seems to have died a death - I never ate one or saw one on sale whilst living in Cornwall. Subsequently I don't know what they used to put in them...

I thought it was something like that

englishangel wrote:

marty wrote:

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

Well, to quote Jethro, what happened was the women used to make pasties for their husbands to eat whilst working down the mine. One half would be savoury and the other half would be sweet. They would then 'carve' their husbands initials on the pasty so they didn't get mixed up. The sweet pasty seems to have died a death - I never ate one or saw one on sale whilst living in Cornwall. Subsequently I don't know what they used to put in them...

I thought it was something like that

Supposedly meat, potato and turnip*, one end and jam the other. The reason the crimping is at the side is to give the tin miners something to hold on to with their grubby hands while enjoying their dinner. As has already been pointed out, crimping on top is definitely, therefore, a major error - you would have to eat the pasty upside-down.

Another delicious Cornish comestible is, of course, starry-gazy pie. This is a circular pie containing whole pilchards with their heads and tails poking up along through the crust.

* turnip. All proper recipes say "turnip". Turnip is, of course, what you foreigners like to call swede. This linguistic confusion is one of the many reasons why the English cannot produce a decent Cornish Pasty.

marty wrote:

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

Well, to quote Jethro, what happened was the women used to make pasties for their husbands to eat whilst working down the mine. One half would be savoury and the other half would be sweet. They would then 'carve' their husbands initials on the pasty so they didn't get mixed up. The sweet pasty seems to have died a death - I never ate one or saw one on sale whilst living in Cornwall. Subsequently I don't know what they used to put in them...

The chocolate and banana pasty is alive and well and living at the pasty shop in Barnstaple High St. I haven't tried one yet.