tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post8684240621444463579..comments2024-03-28T22:37:25.540+00:00Comments on Eccles is saved: The massacre of GlencoeEccleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00357168852208499013noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-22222064839218016952014-03-26T21:07:09.968+00:002014-03-26T21:07:09.968+00:00You didn't mention that Glen Coe also caused a...You didn't mention that Glen Coe also caused a bit of a stir because he used to wear eye liner which ran down his cheeks during his frequent bouts of crying. People used to travel great distances to see the phenomenon of the mascara of Glen Coe.polycarpedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04497516836606916878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-10739422156896651702014-03-25T11:49:12.907+00:002014-03-25T11:49:12.907+00:00One might be excused for thinking that this battle...One might be excused for thinking that this battle took place more recently than 1692…<br /><br />But I suspect this is another effect of the aging process - where one remembers things in the distant past and forgets what happened yesterday.<br /><br />Now where did I put my spectacles? <br />GORhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14313101159848740722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-29328592004334166812014-03-25T00:12:24.548+00:002014-03-25T00:12:24.548+00:00You're all so clever and funny! Thank you. Wha...You're all so clever and funny! Thank you. What a way to make a point!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-37160468449791232732014-03-24T22:14:06.885+00:002014-03-24T22:14:06.885+00:00The brother of Glen, Seb Coe was a great runner so...The brother of Glen, Seb Coe was a great runner some years ago. Glen Coe had a volcanic temper & was known to erupt occasionally. However, he ran for several miles along it back & forth when he was angry until he cried. He was known also as "Weeping Glen", as a result.LeonGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02778834856947933957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-63913346531668776342014-03-24T04:37:12.163+00:002014-03-24T04:37:12.163+00:00Magnificent !!Magnificent !!JabbaPapahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10083219719210167786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-48094959225379369262014-03-24T02:55:56.080+00:002014-03-24T02:55:56.080+00:00Eccles Your bogs are fantastic. I nearly always f...Eccles Your bogs are fantastic. I nearly always fall out of my chair laughing. Brilliant stuff.Paul Hellyerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12155821750459419187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-26457392669241828702014-03-23T19:57:57.132+00:002014-03-23T19:57:57.132+00:00Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant! Do it again Jadi...Brilliant! Brilliant! Brilliant! Do it again Jadis! And Eccles!Chloehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05938814790482289950noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-20356713905638752112014-03-23T19:34:45.663+00:002014-03-23T19:34:45.663+00:00It all started off in Rome as a bit of a joke at t...It all started off in Rome as a bit of a joke at the end of a long meal at the high table in the Beda College, with the various bishops on their annual jolly (which they call a "visitation") and the Rector plying them with the best food and wine that far-off Catholic parishioners in cash-strapped Blighty could afford. Conversation over the trifle turned to football and the Rector - who was merry on his third bottle of Frascati - expressed the wish that the Beda would thrash the English College for the third year running, thanks to their energetic third-world seminarian players. The Dean of Studies - on his forth bottle of Frascati - said, "Let's slaughter the buggers!" The bishops - all on their fifth bottle of Frascati and in a different conversation about problems at home - heard this as "slaughter the bloggers". They returned to England next day - cementing their resolve over gin and tonics in club class - and the rest is history.FrereRabithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11164077376680047600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-51671682442623741232014-03-23T18:44:11.016+00:002014-03-23T18:44:11.016+00:00Wonderful!Wonderful!Eccleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00357168852208499013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4508374680487030801.post-10616876449808619902014-03-23T18:40:51.897+00:002014-03-23T18:40:51.897+00:00With sour-featured Whigs Beda's lawns were ful...With sour-featured Whigs Beda's lawns were full crammed,<br />As if half the hierarchy had set tryst to be hanged;<br />There was spite in each look, there was fear in each e'e,<br />As they watched for the next blog of Brave Donnelly <br /><br />There are hills beyond Preston and lands beyond Louth,<br />Be there cowards i' the north, there are trads i' the south!<br />And lay catholic bloggers three thousand times three<br />Will cry "Hai!" for the blogposts o' brave Donnelly<br /><br />Away to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks<br />Ere I own Enda Kenny, I'll couch with the fox;<br />And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee,<br />You have not seen the last of my blogging and me!"<br /><br />With apologies to Graham of Claverhouse, Sir Walter Scott, the other half of the hierarchy etc etcJadishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15574649057747694825noreply@blogger.com