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Friday, September 21, 2007

Snoop Doggy Dog

Monsieur Lambert has perhaps unwittingly invited a number of disparate souls to contribute to his otherwise excellent website.

Oh dear; I was one of them and it's late on Friday night and there has been an excellent night at the Axe & Compass to contend with, but here goes...

Suffolk has, in its former glory days (ie, before the rise of Ipswich Town FC) been the centre of the Sheep Industry that founded the halcyon days of the Great British Empire. The Wool Trade created wealth beyond imagination for a few fortunate souls in the early 18th Century that had the foresight and imagination to invest in knitting patterns and their relation to the future music publications of Snoop Doggy Dog. The Luddites of the time (the Cotterills and others yet to be shamed) were ambivalent to the need and desires of the Modern East Anglians and suffered as a consequence. They were banished to the outermost limits of Gaeldom.

In the same vein, tonight, in the confines of the 'Axe,' we were treated and delighted with tales of trans-humance farming and the post glacial retreats of the Nordic influxes on the habitation patterns of Hemingford Abbots, (an Anti Nuclear Village) and its effect on the brewing industry of Southwold and Bury St Edmunds.

We were forcibly reminded that Hemingford Abbots is officially a region of deprivation: It lacks the necessary modern social requirements of a modern transport infrastructure, (bus routes) schools (both infant and junior), shopping facilities and social centres that are the modern pre-requisites of a thriving rural community.

The Village Hall does not host classes in modern Latvian or Lithuanian dialects and so we are being offered European Grants and Central Funding (the capitals are important here) for the acquisition of peripatetic teachers. One candidate has recently come forward to offer his services in Iberian Studies, having become available from a London based sports academy and the relevant Village Hall Sub-committee are looking into his credentials for the post. The ladies of the committee are of the view that he has a boyish smile and good fashion sense and as such , the Special One is currently top of their list.

Nigel (the Landlord) is currently unavailable for comment as he can't be arsed to serve his customers. He has left a fat girl and a fat boy in charge of the asylum.

Nothing new there then....


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well done Alan!

And let's here it one more time for Adnams of Southwold! Hip, hip ...

Friar Tuck.

September 22, 2007 at 8:46 PM  
Blogger Phil said...

Indeed...I suspect that Adnams of Southwold influenced this post to a considerable degree. Oddly, some dozen readers will actually understand it!

Delighted to see that the guest system works, and thanks Alan for breaking the ice in such esoteric style.

Now, Al, which tent should be the Challengers' choice for next year, and why?

Mmmmm might just know the answer to that one!

September 23, 2007 at 6:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

and I bet the answer is the Hex3.
I know there will be two on the TGOC next year if they manage to get on it.

September 24, 2007 at 12:05 PM  
Blogger Phil said...

And I wonder who might be the proud owner of one of them? Looks big enough to party in!

September 25, 2007 at 5:45 PM  

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