Josie:
> Hey, you know the Bester SF novel about Maoris?
>
> I dont recall this one Robin. Do you know the title?
Think it was _The Deceivers_, pretty sure. Either that or _Extro_. (Late
Bester, not as good as _Tiger_ or _The Demolished Man_ (or that novelette
about the guy who kept on dying when he was ported to the moon). [Ooops,
that was Algys Budrys. Sorry.]
> Robbo", I think you owe me two.
>
> *damn*
>
> You didnt ask for this, I found it in my 'Yorkshire Way'
> cook book. (I dont think that's got anything to do with Zen
> btw.) But you might find it interesting. Scuse typos.
>
> "Stamford Bridge Spear or Pear pies
>
> In Sept 1066, a great battle took place at Stamford Bridge.
> THe English were endeavouring to cross the river at the old
> wooden bridge, but this was being held by one intrepid
> Norseman who stood in the centre of the bridge and defied
> all comers. At last one of the Englishmen hit upon a
> solution. HE embarked in a small boat of coracle and drifted
> downstream till he was exactly under the bridge. HE then
> thrust upwards through the holes in the bridge with his
> spear and swiftly dispatched the norseman and so opened the
> bridge to his own men.
LOL. Billy Goats Gruff.
K, didn't know that -- makes it only one you owe me. Makes up for the
cock-up the Angles made against the Norse at Maldon.
Didn't do Harold much good, but. Still copped an arrow through the eye at
Hastings.
> Is there possibly some connection with the old norse word
> 'speri' meaning sparrow? Small birds were commonly eaten in
> mediaeval times and the old english word for spear was
> 'spere'. This is a play on words but it might be worth
> considering."
Pass. Arni?
Cheers,
Robin
> Josephine
> (.. and there ee sat, on 'is 'orse, with 'is 'awk in 'is
> hand,
> sitting there, with an heye full of harrow .. )
Not the wee cock sparrow (which Duncan McCrae used to sing every New Year's
Eve afore he died, but ...):
Poor little burdie,
Poor little thing,
Got no feathers,
Got no wing.
Got no mother,
Got no father --
Poor little burdie,
Poor little thing ...
WRING ITS FUCKING NECK!!!
(Sorry, typically Glasgow humour, that.
R2.)
Robin
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