tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post2789204855682582707..comments2024-03-28T06:20:10.699-07:00Comments on Shut up about Barclay Perkins: A tippling rectorRon Pattinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03095189986589865751noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-53914176273051067682020-11-30T09:44:25.898-08:002020-11-30T09:44:25.898-08:00It's a long slog of a walk on twisty country r...It's a long slog of a walk on twisty country roads between the Barley Mow in Winchfield and the Queens Head in Dogmersfield.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-37293976017708066592020-11-29T23:01:37.585-08:002020-11-29T23:01:37.585-08:00There are a few details here that I find intriguin...There are a few details here that I find intriguing, especially that this was reported in Coventry, a good 90miles from Dogmersfield (according to Google, had never heard of the place before). Coventry was still recovering from the blitz in 1944, when this was reported, and since this was months before Germany's surrender, the city still was at risk of being bombed again. Why would they take interest in this story of a minor vicar of a tiny village far away? (Did the newspaper do this sort of thing regularly? I don't know but I seem to doubt it).<br /><br />The fact that Mrs. Maggie Robinson is mentioned by name but not her husband in the second paragraph makes me wonder if Mrs. Robinson was a Coventry native so the story somehow had relevance to the city.<br /><br />I can understand the Vicar making the walk to the pub further away--probably was avoiding someone (or was somewhere he knew the clientele wouldn't make a fuss over the vicar going out on the lash).Michael Fosterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16139526716967128297noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-17450978142113280182020-11-29T22:37:49.222-08:002020-11-29T22:37:49.222-08:00Double Daylight Saving: During World War II the U...Double Daylight Saving: During World War II the UK went on an extended DST period from February 25, 1940 to October 7, 1945, effectively adding 1 hour to the time zone (UTC+1).<br /><br />Not too many options to have a sneaky one in a dark corner on the way home!Mike in NSWnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-55509830931799488842020-11-29T07:14:29.320-08:002020-11-29T07:14:29.320-08:00Tandleman,
thanks for that. I guessed that it mea...Tandleman,<br /><br />thanks for that. I guessed that it meant something specific.Ron Pattinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03095189986589865751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-68823038017204742562020-11-29T05:20:47.410-08:002020-11-29T05:20:47.410-08:00The Rector denied he spent one and half hours in s...<i>The Rector denied he spent one and half hours in some laurels after falling off his bicycle. </i><br /><br />"Come on, it was never an hour and a half - eighty minutes tops..."<br /><br />The injection is intriguing, as is his explanation that he wasn't drunk but 'distressed' ("here you go, this'll cheer you up"?).<br /><br />As for the indecency, I imagine he stopped for a slash on his way back to the Rectory. Not a great idea if you live in a village, but your mind works differently when you're drunk. Back when I used to get properly palatic at beer festivals, I vividly remember relieving myself at some length against the back of a bus shelter, one evening on the way back from Stockport. This wasn't out in the wilds (I suspect it was Northenden) and it wasn't even particularly late - it was pure drunkard's luck that nobody came past. I shudder to think of it now. Philhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07009879034507926661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5445569787371915337.post-78262182498693489462020-11-29T03:37:41.769-08:002020-11-29T03:37:41.769-08:00Committing a nuisance is pissing in public.Committing a nuisance is pissing in public.Tandlemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06804499573827044693noreply@blogger.com