Now I know I like a drink but I’m no dipso, guess what was on the coat of arms? A shield with a sheaf of wheat and underneath THREE FISHES! “Typical” said the missus when I showed it to her
does that mean you are often "three sheafs to the wheat, and get ‘fished’ a lot??
yes you definitely all need excluding - oh yes I forgot you’ve done that already with a brexit!
humph burning peasants when I was a kid we were peasants and were always so wet and damp could never set us alight!
and let me tell yuz all when you have to deal with bloody six foot wallabies hopin about in ya front garden and blue tongued lizards the size of galapados island giant lizards and seven foot snakes eatin all ya pets then ya know ya got problems - now where did I put that bottle of bourbon or two??
I researched the history of it and it seems we are a very very olde family, about two thousand years ago one of my ancestors was among the throng when Jesus preached on the mount (never knew Jesus rode a horse) anyway my ancestor was greedy and when the loaves and fishes were gettin’ gave out he snatched three of them, but he was too late for the bread, he came back from the holy land, he was only over there on a holiday in the first place, ever since that day he was known as Mickey Three Fishes, the sheaf of wheat was added to the crest to remind his descendants that one always kneads bread in this life.
ah here it is - now let’s begin the begin but not before we tell the zeppelin and his airbag where he can shove it in the tunnel where no light gets in !
now back to Jesus and family crests - Jesus did not ever to my research ride a horse but he did ride a donkey and if you look carefully on the forehead of all donkeys resides a cross
point two - there were 5 loaves and 2 fishes so how the bloody hell he could snatch 3 of them must be a modern day miracle performed by st Jem of the emeralds!
indeed you R correct about the bread as it is often called the staff of life.
Must try harder next term and for the term of your natural life
I suppose some of us are gearing up for high heel [hell] antics associated with New Years Eve and to some extent New Years Day. I often wish that New Years Day started on the 27th December immediately after our little rest on Boxing Day or perhaps 28th December like now rather than the long break when some return to work and then the antics start again. It can just be all too much of a strain on the heart; wallet and bladder!!
My tongue was in my cheek when I typed that. It was oft used at work, as well as the line, “They didn’t tell me about this in the interview.”
Speaking of undercoats, what’s the deFrance between a top coat and an overcoat? That would seem to be a surplus of wurds, and a surplus is a type of religious over garment which would be a type of overcoat would it not? Such a confusing thing is our language.
You forgot to include ‘greatcoat’,my dear Fruitisimo.
Merely a question of seasonal attire,regardless. One is thick & heavy [Hi,gummy :-}],one is lighter,thinner,but protective,the other is a ‘just in case’ type garment. BUT-nunna that gets this POXY boiler replaced…so stop blatherin on-you’re all happy ‘n’ replete ‘n’ having jollys…
meanwhile,we’ve had such a blazing row,herself has f’d off,taking clothes,her poxy dog-the yappy bitey one known as Shitlegs-and gone to stay with I dunno who…and I’m FUKT if I’m chasing her.
…and all this CRAP,because of the rules & regs that SCABBY fkn EU put into place to hinder anyone British from having a defunct boiler easily replaced.
THAT’S why the BREXIT thing happened gumbud-because in the years the UK’s been a member,we’ve paid in a LOT more than we’ve got out,but STILL we’re suffocating under the weight of bullshit those FEW ‘leaders’ impose. I’m hurting like HELL atm,my fibromyalgia is at killer-level,my fkn hands aren’t working properly [due to a condition known as Dupytren’s Contracture-itself,really painful]…but STILL I’m carrying driftwood,cutting it up,trying to lift/carry sacks of coal nuggets,trying to placate Herself [failed miserably-she’s gone],we had just one present each,as all our spare money’s gone on the bags of coal,sacks of logs,etc-so ditto no big Xmas dinner…and THIS,is the ‘season of goodwill’?!? When I ring the various govt depts today, involved in this fkn joke of a scheme…they ALL are not open until Jan 2nd…“by all means die of pain or cold,but please don’t bother us,we’re out celebrating our easy livestyles. BUT - we do hope we can rely on your vote at the upcoming by-election”…well no,you can’t…because I’m here alone,in pain,no money left,no heating AT ALL now the last of the coal’s used…and you sods don’t give a shit anyway. Right. I feel better now.
With all this agro building up I’m sticking with the Fish, I just hope nobody ends up sleeping with the Fishes.
Yes agreed there were only 5 loaves and three fishes brought to Jesus, but he did his multiplication magic and was able to feed the gathered multitude, a neat little trick wouldn’t you say, ask Paul Daniels, even he doesn’t know how it was done.
You say two fishes and I think it was three, the missus agrees with you Gummy but added “Anyway what difference does one dead mackerel make?” I said it makes a big difference when you are multiplying them, and how do you know they were mackerel?
Then the row started and I had to retire to the small sun house for safety sake, so it looks like that makes two of us in the dog house singing the blues Pug me lad.
Well my theory is that once the three (or two) fishes and five barley loaves had been produced, everyone else there suddenly decided it was lunchtime and got their own packet lunches out.
Well you would wouldn’t you.
We’m orf to a story tellin’ session by that bloke what says he’s the son of man, so I think we should make some nice sarnies and a decent bottle of plonk to take along with us in the picnic basket wot your dear muvver gave us last Winter Solstice ago. Oh, and a blanket and cushions to sit upon. Do you think I should pack the windbreak as well, or shall it be calm and warm there?
After all, it would be a miracle if this venue had laid on free catering for the five thousand odd expected punters.
Good solution Fruity old son, and everyone is then happy, a picnic on the mount or hill depending on the dimensions of the said mount/hill and the gross weight of the multitude.;-)
Multiplication, that’s the name of the game Spitty, and each generation they play it the same.
Why do so many folks get cranky after Christmas? Have they used up all the ‘Happy’ and ‘Merry’?
There are six girls living next door to me now, all of them are gay and the roars and shouts coming from them this morning was fierce, and me own missus is in foul humour too, and there’s meself happy as Larry come what may.
Merry Christmas me arse as Shane McGowan says.
Well so much to catch up on!
Top coats, one coat, fish then bread!
My family crest has three winged lions - no fish or anyfink
Maybe because it is French. I will now peak at my Irish one.
Looks like a sword and three earings.
Here is a link if any of you are interested. http://www.zapmeta.uk/ws?de=c&q=family%20crest%20coat%20of%20arms&asid=zm_uk_ba_010_015
Now cheer up you lot Christmas is NOT finished!
The Epiphany is on Jan 6th!
https://s26.postimg.org/cufkvuw2x/Frankenstein.jpg
Frankenstein played by Boris Karloff is one of my favourite monsters, along with Christopher Lee as Dracula. and Lon Chaney as the Werewolf.
Here is a scene from the film ‘Frankenstein’
It’s Christmas Day in 1931 and the monster had finished off a bottle of Brandy the night before, Igor is asking him out for a drink but the monster is too sick and says words to the effect “Piss off Igor, can’t you see I’m not a well man, in fact I’m in bits”
