Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Rambling Raggedly on Single Malt!

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Oh dearie me, Clarence 'Beezer' Sack-Ball, Ragged Society of Antiquarian Ramblers member, has taken one of two too many slugs from the old hip-flask. He's going a have a clapperclaw of a headache in the morning!



To find the bushes which 'Beezer' spent the night following this episode, click on link to the Ragged Ramblers' Google map, and focus in on the Christchurch Road area of Norwich (site indicated by a light brown placemark):

Ragged Ramblers' Google Map

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20 comments:

  1. I went to school with poor old 'Beezer'... mind you, he's better orf than I am currently - at least he's still alive!

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  2. Is that a 'Norfolk shirt' he's wearing?

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  3. Dear Colonel Hampton (deceased),

    There is nothing in the (rather extensive) rule-book of The Ragged Society of Antiquarian Ramblers which debars one from becoming a member if one is deceased. In fact, I can confidently state that a number of our members are deceased and still continue to play an active part in the life... I mean, death... of our Society.

    Huzzah!

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  4. Dear The Silence of Mandy,

    I can confidently state that this is one of your finest silences yet. Your silences are always much valued by R.S.A.R. members

    Huzzah!

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  5. Dear Francine Carper-Hoggart,

    Yes, a very astute observation - it is, indeed, a Norfolk shirt (or 'jacket'). A very fine example of its kind, made by Harry Darby of Norwich.

    Huzzah!

    PS Could it be that you are related to the Carper-Hoggarts of Pinkly Finchingham, Oxon? I have very fond memories of taking tea with this delightful family whilst Rambling in a Ragged fashion during my youth.

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  6. My own Great Uncle Felix ("Snorter") Snorrington-Thomas remained a member in good standing for many years following his untimely demise under the wheels of a charabanc. Tended to list rather heavily to port though, I recall, and never could bring himself to use public transport. Pip Pip!

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  7. He that doth drink lacks the wit and wisdom that separates man from beast. He is but like woman, an unreasoning beast who humbers after pleasure as the the dog doth hmber after a bitch. To the stocks say I...

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  8. Bumper Cockton-Smythe3 March 2011 at 20:10

    Good man, Beezer, spent many a damp afternoon on hands & knees in a church with him. Had a fine touch on the brass - very good at dealing with those awkward knobby bits, that catch a chap unawares until it's too late.
    The decline started with the the hair loss, I'm afraid, as many do. Desperate search for a decent toupe began to take it's toll, and you can see the sad story for yourself... shame.

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  9. Beezer.
    I admire you sir, many's a time we at Las Ramblas have felt the need to partake of the water of life on a midweek whimsy but have resisted.
    There is a certain beauty in being Hornswoggled by one's own hand and you Sir have achieved that Beauty.
    Huzzah!

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  10. By ones own hand? To use ones own hand is I'll rule indeed. He that doth use his own hand lacks the wit and wisdom that separates man from beast. He is but like woman, an unreasoning creature who salts after his own pleasure as an old horse salts after a mare. To the pillory says I...

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  11. Not only is it I'll rule, it's ill rule as well. So there...

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  12. I agree with Werkin, tis the Devil's work and no mistake. I refer you to the pamphlet wrote as it was by Master Tangle on this most greivous sinne, the name of which I'll not utter in this venerable place.

    Bickets too are an abomination.

    Puritan and Proud

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  13. Dear Snifter,

    A number of the Society members tend to shift to Port. It can be alarming!

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  14. Dear Werkin of the Wold,

    I conveyed your sentiments to 'Beezer', and I'm afraid that modesty prevents me from reporting his thoughts back to you.

    However, all Society members will defend a well made Bicket. Your views on this are the abomination Sir, and make no mistake!

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  15. Addendum: I meant the latter comment regarding Bickets, to be directed at Israel Gedge - and, thus, apologise profusely Werkin of the Wold.

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  16. Dear Bumper Cockton-Smythe,

    I've been rubbing myself for years, and so feel well qualified to confirm your estimation of Beezer's talents in this area.

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  17. Dear bdhark,

    'Hornswoggled', a most pleasing word Sir! I think we can definitely agree that Beezer was hornswoggled on this occasion.

    Huzzah!

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  18. To confuse two different men is I'll rule indeed. He that doth live in such confusion lacks the wit and wisdom that separates man from beast. He is but like woman, an unreasoning creature who beats at the door of maidens with his privities swinging thither and yon. To the whipping post says I...

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  19. I agree with Werkin. Such unreason is the Devil's work and no mistake. Just as the man who consumeth Bickets is worse than the man who slurpeth his custard. An abomination.

    Puritan and Proud

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