Yeah, I love Harry Hill. I did have the urge to type 'FIGHT' after it.
This next one is very interesting, it has all the hall-marks of Greyfriars Bobby - the dog that sat on his masters grave for 14 years in Edinburgh. But the story of Greyfriars Bobby was not around until 1858 - 11 years AFTER this Liverpool incident.
Did Liverpool have the original Greyfriars Bobby? - God I sound like Slemen now!
Well, at least i've referenced it: Liverpool Mercury Friday, June 25, 1847
Humane? A matter of opinion there.
You do hear of them making remarkable trks though, following the scent etc.
A mate of mine's parents took their dog along great homer street in the 1970s and unleashed it, sending it to fetch something then ducked away with the sole intention of losing the poor thing as it was becoming unmanageable.
It was scraping at the door only an hour after they got back.
Aye, the Ancient Society of College Youths (which is still going) tried to ring a peal on the 8 of the 12 bells at St Nick's Pier Head. A peal is constant ringing from anything from 2 hours up to 5 hours depending on the weight of the bells and how many are used. They rang 'Oxford Treble Bob Major' - major being rung on 8 bells. A peal is 5040 'changes' in which the bells are constantly changing in their sound i.e. 12345678, 12345687, 12346587....it would appear that when conducting the method (think of singing a very long song but rather than learning the whole song, you remember parts about it that remind you of the whole song) the changes went wrong after 3 hours and they could not class it as a full 'peal'. It's complicated stuff
Thanks for clearing that up Cad. I'm glad to get the oppinion of someone with experience - most people i've spoken to (and myself) were utterly confused about what the 'unforseen misfortune' was.
In light of what you said, the article seems to make more sense now - the 'misfortune' wasn't elaborated on because it wasn't of great importance (like an accident would have been)... just a mistake in the changes.
Cheers Cad
As the weather is getting cooler, I thought i'd post this one - these must have been bloody brave lads.
(Remember guys, read some of the the 'f' as 's' and it should make sense)
More winter related stories: here we have Mr John Moss of Otterspool allowing people to skate on the frozen lake in his grounds.
I believe Kev posted a nice picture of John Moss's Otterspool house here.
The St Domingo lake was located at the bottom of Mere Lane in Everton.
The curlers national game probably means that they were Scottish.
One more, this one has a rather tragic aspect:
This'll probably be my last post on this thread before Christmas, so Merry Christmas One and All!
All the best Fortinian. I suspect Sheilsy and a couple of Beacon lane locals on his site will be interested in the St. Domingo pit snippet, is it alright to copy it over to them?
Feel free, if you want to put them in touch with me i'll happily forward anything else I have about St Domingo to them.
Cheers.
Still really enjoying these Fortinian, you should do a book!
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Thanks for the vote of confidence guys! I really enjoy finding these little snippets and bringing them to you. Hope you'll enjoy the ones I have to come.
Gun crime in the 19th century!
These next few contain a few grusome details, so those of delicate constitution don't read the top one. I've been going through the late 1700s for these, so remember if a word looks like it's got an 'f' where there shouldn't be, try reading it as an 's'.
BOY DEAD AT CHILDWALL, 1770
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SOLDIER DRINKS HIMSELF TO DEATH 1778
VICAR EATS HIMSELF TO DEATH 1787
DUEL AT WAVERTREE 1792
Very good Fortinian.
The poor vicar. Oh plums!!!
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A fair duel in wavertree
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Dylan Thomas
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