I don’t think you could hide many merry men in there
Ladies and gentlemen, Sherwood Forest.
Somebody went on a hike there today; it came across my Twitter feed. It’s a park now, naturally. It blows my mind when I see something cross my threshold and I realize, ohhhhh, THAT Sherwood Forest.
Like the time Uncle B and I were out driving a ways from home and I said, “oh, look — there’s a tea room called the House at Pooh Corner.” And he was like, “no, Weasel, I’m pretty sure that’s the actual House at Pooh Corner.” And I’m like “GET. OUT!!!!”
Right. Remember. Tomorrow. 6 WBT. Dead Pool Round 121.
May 16, 2019 — 9:39 pm
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Nicked!
Somebody stole this mako shark jaw from a display case in the Hastings Fisherman’s Museum this week.
The question is…how? Stuck it down his pants?
May 15, 2019 — 9:21 pm
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That’s two
And now Tim Conway? What the hell?
I mean he was 85. I get that. But it looks like we may be having ourselves a celebrity death cluster.
I feel mean saying it now, but I never found him funny. And he seemed to draw oxygen away from people I did find funny.
But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS PICTURE? I know he was a little dude, but he looks like a dying satellite being sucked into the gravitational field of GIANT JOAN CRAWFORD HEAD.
WHERE IS HIS LEFT SHOULDER? HOW IS HER RIGHT ARM DOING THAT?
Oh, I’m all kinds of disturbed now.
May 14, 2019 — 9:13 pm
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Goodnight, Miss Kappelhoff
I know what you’re thinking — that doesn’t look like Doris Day! I nicked it from the Wikipedia article (which also says she’s 97, though most of the articles I read said 95).
She’s gone, anyway. And a very decent sort of lady she seemed, too.
Once upon a time, I collected 78 rpm records. One day, I picked up a few of Doris Day’s thinking, “ha ha — it’s Doris Day!” Ignorant little minx, me. In fact, she was a highly successful torch singer before she went to Hollywood and seriously debated with herself whether she’d rather sing than act.
I won’t opine on the debate, but I’d like to share my favorite Doris Day record: Say Something Nice About Me. A superficially sweet song with a deeply bitter aftertaste.
And, of course, Uncle Al won the dick. I expect to see you all back here Friday. 6pm WBT. DEAD POOL ROUND 121.
May 13, 2019 — 9:28 pm
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A little mystery
Okay, last picture from my field trip. This is from an ancient building next door to the church. It’s converted to offices now, and this giant wheel is over the receptionist’s desk.
I leave you to guess what the building was for (I’ll update the post with an answer later).
Good weekend, all!
And the answer is: abbatoir. It was a Tudor abbatoir. They would’ve hoiked cows into the air by that thing and, I guess, cut their throats over the spot where her desk is. She informed me cheerfully.
May 10, 2019 — 9:28 pm
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Laterz
The latch on the way out the side door of the church. I can’t imagine this is a anywhere near as old as the church. For the obvious reason, you can still get all sorts of new-made ancient-looking hardware here. But it’s identical to the one on the front door (which isn’t used every day), so I imagine it’s pretty old.
I get a kick out of the very old things still in daily use here.
May 9, 2019 — 5:38 pm
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Man, we all hate JW, don’t we?
Man, this poor guy. All he got is a tile about six inches square, butted up against a threshold.
Is he in there? Did it work like that, or was it altogether less tidy? I know when they pulled up the floor of the Chapel of St Peter ad Vincula at the Tower of London, there were like thirty royal bodies (fewer heads) jumbled together in a big bone pile. Including several of Henry VIII’s exes.
There aren’t any bodies under the floor of our local church. I asked. I’d like to be the first, but I have a feeling the Church would expect a very serious donation to consider it.
Hm. I’m getting an idea for a GoFundMe.
May 8, 2019 — 9:20 pm
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I wonder if she was a chicken lady
This is from the church I posted about Friday. The floor of this large church is covered in ancient burials, with unusually nice covering stones.
I hate stepping on these things. I mean lack of respect for the dead is one thing, but rubbing your shoes over a lovely ancient piece of art is another.
It was almost impossible to get around this church without walking all over the dearly departed, though. I guess the locals get used to it. I did a lot of undignified hopping.
Nothing very special about this stone, except the chicken-themed family crest. I want one.
May 7, 2019 — 9:00 pm
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Sorry!
I didn’t forget you guys, honest. My blog has been unreachable for most of the evening, so I couldn’t post. Now the blog’s back up but it’s Late O’Clock here. I bid you goodnight.
It was just going to be a lame-ass low effort post anyhow.
May 6, 2019 — 10:04 pm
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Comes the weekend…
Uncle B had an appointment in a little village the next county over today. A little village with a lovely big church (clearly a place of importance once). Built in the 12th Century and substantially enlarged in the 15th, I think it said. I might be off by a century or so.
By tradition, English churches are always open and I had this one all to myself until someone came in to clean. Perhaps I’ll post some pictures of the inside, if my phone camera didn’t let me down.
Have a good weekend, everyone — I certainly plan to, long weekend and all.
May 3, 2019 — 9:46 pm
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