We all wonder stuff,
particularly when it is very very hot again today and our minds have melted
slightly and are dripping out of our ears making our thoughts mushy as well as making
passers by shout Oooo look YUCK. So I thought to myself today, well to tell
the truth I thought to myself about five minutes ago because I was thinking
what will I write tonight. Yes I thought
where do all these strange old traditions come from that folk do, like the old Shropshire tradition of Goat Murmuring on the first
Sunday of August where folk gather in the local tavern or hotel and murmur away
to entice the local goats in.
Lets face it, it is all
very well with its strange rules and instant disqualification for using trails
of peanuts, crisps or beer and everyone singing long into the night as they
parade the goat proudly aloft if they have succeeded in the quest, in its gilded
goat throne. But it is not the sort of thing you sit about thinking I bored
today lets try Goat Murmuring. It takes years for such things to take hold and
become a part of the local tradition, so that folk turn up from all over the world
to take part.
Some say this particular
tradition is from the days of Charles 1st, when he was being hunted
down by the parliamentarians and he found himself cornered in Ye Olde Pig and
Trolley Inn . . . . . (full English Breakfast available all day). They say that
the sharp thinking inn keeper had an old goat skin behind the counter and
dressed the King up as a goat. The
Curious but slightly stupid parliamentarians questioned the inn keeper who
explained he was practicing his murmuring for the annual Goat murmuring
competition. The King joining in by butting the parliamentarians and becoming
docile and friendly when the inn keeper started to murmur.
That’s all well and good
but traditions like that just can not get going these days, lets face it the
old tradition of throwing grannies off the bus is not quite the same.
Particularly as it happens every Friday night rather than once a year.
Was that cat in Scotland Rob? If so it should have been called Ben Nevis! hahahahahahahaha
ReplyDeleteAlso - a true Full English Breakfast should only be served until 11:30am.
As for goat murmuring... all I can say is "mumuumumumumumumumumuumumumumum" if you know what I mean (and i think that you do!)
Ben Nevis is good Mr H strangely I never thought of that I just thought of Ben my solicitor for some reason so my mind was blurred.
DeleteYou are right about the Full English Breakfast and I have been know to miss the deadline in the past, which can be a blow to body and mind......
And I do know what you mean, but then you are just up the road a mere whisper away from goat murmuring country. . .
If I chose to do so, I could get into the goat ranching business with my father-in-law, but then my wife would without a doubt most assuredly disown me.
ReplyDeleteI think remaining with your wife rather than running off to join the goat business is a good decision.
DeleteHoly engorged pussy, Goat Murmur Man! Is it wrong to dress up the King as a goat? Well, I suppose currently it would be, considering defilement of corpses and all, but how about the Queen Mum as a sheep? Her choice. It's a fetish. I've said too much.
ReplyDeleteThe Queen Mum was very keen on horses, there is more room to move about inside a horse . Sheep can also get very hot when it is hot.
DeleteBeware the roth of a royal or its OFF with their head and then your hat wearing days are over.
Well now!! There's a picture to start the day with lol The sun might have been melting their heads then too ...
ReplyDeleteI'm sure things like Alice in Wonderland are the result of very hot days (and possibly some drugs).
DeleteGoat murmuring was probably the only thing that you cannot do on goat simulator: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goat_Simulator
ReplyDeleteThey should hire you as a designer.
A Goat Simulator . . . . . . are folk mad,
DeleteI agree, it would require a goat simurmurlator.
DeleteWow, that is one big cat. Lovely fur, though :)
ReplyDeleteI was told it is a right grumpy thing . . . . I guess big cats must be grumpy in general.
DeleteI once knew a man named Charles and he looked nothing like a goat, except for the yellow goat eyes and the goatee and horns. OK, he looked almost exactly like a goat, but he hardly ever murmured, he mostly just bleated. There's distinct possibility Charles was a goat… Or a dolphin. Or a large cat.
ReplyDeleteWe have a royal at present called Charles . . . . He is a bit goatish (or so I have been told by a man in Ye Olde Pig and Trolley Inn).
DeleteMaybe its the name that does it.