Out walking yesterday morning, at 10:55 we prepared to stop for a moment
and noticed that we were by a church. In we crept, had a lovely sing song and a bit of a pray, you know how you do. It was all so very timelessly English that I wept a little. Well, quite a lot, really.
A nice old lady gave me a hymn book when 'Jerusalem' started. I almost punched her. Which Englishman needs a hymn book to sing Jerusalem, ffs!
There was a lovely bit with a transer, as well.
I might convert to Proddism.
It's gay slang for an arse'ole b. An inordinately large hairy, grapey arse'ole.
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Burney
Do you know, this post has made me realised I've no idea what the word 'inglenook' actually means?
I could google it, but I'm afraid it would ruin the mystery. I think I prefer ignorance.
'Inglenook'. It's just lovely to say, isn't it?
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