tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post276132950335544537..comments2024-03-28T22:37:25.540+00:00Comments on Eccles is saved: Let's all be pilgrimsEccleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357168852208499013noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-64201397644095974072012-09-03T22:15:13.033+01:002012-09-03T22:15:13.033+01:00Removed in A&E. curse this tablet.Removed in A&E. curse this tablet.jadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630935810012897371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-80129714773837987092012-09-03T22:14:25.115+01:002012-09-03T22:14:25.115+01:00Just let them try, and they will soon be in the Ma...Just let them try, and they will soon be in the Manchester Royal having their marraccasjadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630935810012897371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-67562553694419534882012-09-03T22:12:12.236+01:002012-09-03T22:12:12.236+01:00I suspect that they are Belgian masons.I suspect that they are Belgian masons.jadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630935810012897371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-13927563097757795072012-09-03T18:14:44.122+01:002012-09-03T18:14:44.122+01:00Eccles, have you explored the origins of pigrimage...Eccles, have you explored the origins of pigrimage? It would be good if you could do a narticle on your luvvly blogue. Apparently, pigrimage is a game originating in northern England in which teams contest to run with a piglet between two villages with churches containing relics of rival local saints. The winning team kicks the opposition in the shins and places the piglet on the altar of the defeated church. Powerful stuff, as they say up north. <br /><br />(Pigrimage is also available as a board game.)FrereRabithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11164077376680047600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-11930931983477872202012-09-03T17:32:02.951+01:002012-09-03T17:32:02.951+01:00Phil Evans, you is a scream, man. Every time I se...Phil Evans, you is a scream, man. Every time I sees anything you writes, I wants to scream. I just loved the way you blamed me for getting blocked on DT's awful blog. Is that because Johnhenry blamed me for him getting banned and you want to get in on the act? Touching.FrereRabithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11164077376680047600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-53507140490245177802012-09-03T17:24:59.088+01:002012-09-03T17:24:59.088+01:00As a humble toiler in the vineyard of the Lord, I ...As a humble toiler in the vineyard of the Lord, I would be most embarrassed to see a large rabit erection in Trafalgar Square, so defer to the chicken arrangements. <br /><br />In any case, the spectacle of Father Paul Andrew and the fat Canadian lunatic known as "Johnhenry" screaming abuse at a statue of a rabit would be an affront to all who appreciate polished street theatre. <br /><br />Does anyone know quite how The Rabit acquired such a strange attraction as focus for hatred of the nutters on the DT blog? It beats me. Maybe it was something I said? :-)FrereRabithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11164077376680047600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-58067852270601454902012-09-03T16:17:57.018+01:002012-09-03T16:17:57.018+01:00For the attention of jadis
Jesuits to take over th...For the attention of jadis<br />Jesuits to take over the administration of the Holy Name.<br />Bye Bye Latin Mass.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-34359864397133731402012-09-03T15:58:39.644+01:002012-09-03T15:58:39.644+01:00Okay. So how do I get back? I've always commen...Okay. So how do I get back? I've always commended your blog. Now the only way to DT is via the library !<br />I've cleared cookies and history on Safari but no joy. I can't re-register.<br />I have the name of the Moderation manager if all else fails. Laptop is the same "Comments blocked".<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-89862800472962752072012-09-03T11:47:24.493+01:002012-09-03T11:47:24.493+01:00Of course, there would have to be more than one ch...Of course, there would have to be more than one chicken on the plinth, so Chrissie could establish her position in the pecking order. I believe, however, there may be some competition for the plinth, as an anonymous suggestion has been received that a large Rabbit be installed, in memory of the Unknown Sockpuppet. I worry, though, that some iconoclast from Plymouth might mistake it for an idle, and knock its head off. we live in violent times.jadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630935810012897371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-27797470716079537572012-09-03T11:18:57.321+01:002012-09-03T11:18:57.321+01:00Dem's very good points, Jaddis!Dem's very good points, Jaddis!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-28954336636573970212012-09-03T11:11:25.468+01:002012-09-03T11:11:25.468+01:00surely that should be 'memes' makyth man?
...surely that should be 'memes' makyth man?<br /><br />Can I respectfully suggest that Chrissie the Chicken, who nobly sacrificed herself in the cause of atheism, should occupy the fourth plinth in Trafalgar Square? It would give the pigeons something to look up to, rather than down on. jadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12630935810012897371noreply@blogger.com