17 January, 2010
Graffiti
A post at the Englishman's Castle prompts the following reminiscence. I would have posted it as a comment there but I am not sure of the Englishman's views on bad language.
One of the more succinct graffiti I have encountered was in the gents' of a pub in Soho in the 1980s. Whether the perpetrator was reviewing his visit to London as a whole or just his experience of this particular boozer is unclear; he wrote
Like, I suspect, 99% of people, including presumably those eminent historians Sellar and Yeatman, I have always assumed the original quote referred to the conquest of Britain. It doesn't; turns out Jools was referring to the righteous seeing-to of some dodgy kebab merchant called Pharnaces of Pontus.
Well, there you go. Next they'll be telling me that mediæval England was not populated by hornèd-helmed blue-eyed Vikings tripping merrily down the lanes hand-in-hand with statuesque Bantu maidens as they patiently fended off the solicitations of itinerant trinket sellers of the ubiquitous Patel tribe.
One of the more succinct graffiti I have encountered was in the gents' of a pub in Soho in the 1980s. Whether the perpetrator was reviewing his visit to London as a whole or just his experience of this particular boozer is unclear; he wrote
We cameDoubtless the late J Cæsar is even now spinning in his grave, and probably consulting his lawyers too.
We saw
We fucked off again
Like, I suspect, 99% of people, including presumably those eminent historians Sellar and Yeatman, I have always assumed the original quote referred to the conquest of Britain. It doesn't; turns out Jools was referring to the righteous seeing-to of some dodgy kebab merchant called Pharnaces of Pontus.
Well, there you go. Next they'll be telling me that mediæval England was not populated by hornèd-helmed blue-eyed Vikings tripping merrily down the lanes hand-in-hand with statuesque Bantu maidens as they patiently fended off the solicitations of itinerant trinket sellers of the ubiquitous Patel tribe.