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Post by McF on Jan 24, 2012 18:45:50 GMT 1
Many forum members are probably unaware that those north of the border will celebrate Burns night tomorrow (Wed 25 Jan)
This year is the first time I can remember that I'm not participating in a large gathering.
Happy birthday for tomorrow Rabbie
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Post by De Graaf van Salland on Jan 24, 2012 21:35:47 GMT 1
For a totally ignorant foreigner (like myself),
can you explain whatr this is all about ?
GvS
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jay85
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Post by jay85 on Jan 24, 2012 21:43:56 GMT 1
Rabbie Burns is the most famous scottish poet he was born 5 miles from where i live and worked/lived in the surrounding area of my home . en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Burns |
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Post by McF on Jan 24, 2012 23:20:13 GMT 1
Rabbie Burns is the most famous scottish poet and the other famous scottish poets are? I even googled this (I must have too much time!) and found a useful site famouspoetsandpoems.com/country/Scotland/Scottish_poets.html which failed to answer my question It did give two names I knew: Robert Louis Stevenson Sir Walter Scott Both eminent authors but I don't associate either with poetry Billy Connolly, he must have written a few poems |
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Post by kirriepete on Jan 24, 2012 23:41:44 GMT 1
What about the great William Topaz McGonagall, eh? Modern myth has it that he wrote the following tender, sincere ode: There was a coo upon a hill There was a coo upon a hill There was a coo upon a hill It's no' there noo It must hae shifted. ... I'm sorry, I have to stop, I'm welling up .....  |
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Post by McF on Jan 25, 2012 7:29:24 GMT 1
How could I have overlooked his great contribution to poetry? His wiki page is well worth a read with quotes like: "Shakespeare never wrote anything like this" "so giftedly bad he backed unwittingly into genius" and his "genius" led to fame and fortune: He soon found lucrative work performing his poetry at a local circus. He would read his poems while the crowd was permitted to pelt him with eggs, flour, herrings, potatoes and stale bread. For this, he received fifteen shillings a night. McGonagall seemed happy with this arrangement, but the events would become so raucous that the city magistrates were forced to put a ban on them Now that is hard core poetry ;D It brings out a similar response in me |
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Post by skyhook on Jan 25, 2012 10:24:00 GMT 1
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Post by McF on Jan 25, 2012 23:05:57 GMT 1
I heard about the Northern Lights on Monday; they had been seen on Sunday night and were expected again so as I was up t'north, I drove a few miles up on to the highest part of the north Yorks Moors with the General.
She was not impressed! Bloody freezing (-1C) and the only lights we saw in 30 minutes was the burning intensity of Teesside which light up the whole Northern Sky.
I did think about calling Ray Mallon and asking him to switch Middlesbrough off, but I wouldn't have been happy if he thought he was supposed to switch it back on again.
I'll either have to keep on waiting (once every 11 years) or stump up and take a trip to the Arctic Circle (my preference, but the General hates cold)
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