At the risk of being a bit picky a bushel is a measurement which couldn’t actually be delivered. Maybe it should be a bushel basket for Jesus to hide his light under but that would imply his dad sending him a message to shut up. Looks like a bit of family tension and the old man not entirely on message?
Matt. 5 Verse 15
[15] Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
Ah.. so it was a reference to bible-bollocks! Sorry, went right over my head. Thus looking up the Archbashbishop to see if he had a bad experience with natural lady-gardens…(bush -hell)? Oh well…
Choirboy: usually a measure but can be a container. OED, courtesy of my library card, has this from C14.
2.a.
c1384–
A vessel used as a bushel measure.
c1384
No man liȝtneth a lanterne, and puttith in hidlis, other vndir a boyschel [a1425 L.V. buyschel], but on a candel sticke.
Bible (Wycliffite, early version) (Douce MS. 369(2)) (1850) Luke xi. 33
Citation details for Bible (Wycliffite, early version)
Oxford English Dictionary, s.v. “bushel, n.¹, sense 2.a”, September 2023.
Warning: OED is addictive.
V U, thanks. Yes of course. My source only gave the measurement but obviously JC couldn’t have hidden his light under that.
A source much more impressive than the Bible gives us, ‘I love you a bushel and a peck – a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck’. (Guys and Dolls)
And Mo is obviously ‘Rockin’ the boat’.
Maybe I should have paid attention to the RE teacher, rather than get a head start on my math homework…then again, I reckon I took the correct path regarding filtering bollox from useful stuff…
My father (“Glenner”!), who was a farmer, used to own a bushel measure. It was a large wooden tub, with handles, which could also have been used upside-down as a footstool, a seat, or a small table, (to place a candlestick on?). It had an official mark branded on the outside, to certify that it was a true measure. It was pretty well obsolete by my father’s time, with combine harvesters delivering grain directly into bulk containers, but he could remember it being used to measure grain early in the twentieth century.
My Father was a Electrical Engineer who specialised in the electrical systems that regulated the cooling systems for American built water cooled Nuclear reactors. He must have earned a fortune…however he was a gambling addict so the bookies took it all off him….
M27Holts: How quaint you still write “grammes” when most people nowadays use “grams” or just the abbreviations “g”, “mg”, “kg” etc. You are such a traditionalist!
Even Americans use “grams”. At least you know to use “250 mm” rather than “25 cm”, so you are up to date with the SI.
(I wonder what you were measuring that came to 250 mm?)
I try to use English, English wherever possible to fight against the americanisation of our culture…trick or treat replacing bonfire night…prom nights at end of secondary school….football isn’t soccer…you bunch of American Whoppers…and no, that isn’t a burger….Give me a babbies yead anyday…
On various (in this instance, length-) measurements: Anglosaxons even use DIFFERENT feet! The difference is not much, but see:
“Multistate Disagreement over the Length of the Foot to End”
in Scientific American” of june 2020.
Using the different definitions even resulted in building an airport, and high-rise buildings in the neighbourhood, located such that safe flying proved impossible.
M27Holts: Pedantically, I must point out that “gramme” is French, not English, but, fair enough, they invented the metric system!
In general, I agree with your gripes about americanisation. English “Bonfire Night”, remember-remember, hijacked the Scots & Irish traditions of Halloween, itself a Christian hijacking of the old festival of Samhain, which was the pagan celebration to mark the start of winter, and a bonfire night in its own right, nothing to do with Guy Fawkes! And now, of course, the Yanks have hijacked Halloween and tried to make it their own, a bit of a trick, not a treat. And, as you imply, they also hijacked the term “football”, for a game that has absolutely no resemblace to what the rest of the world calls “football”, or the linguistic equivalent, and they call the real thing “soccer”, English upper-class public-school slang meaning not “rugger”, and therefore second-class!
The Yanks have also invented their own, their very-own, winter Festival, called “Thanksgiving”, which commemorates a moment of peace and friendship with the native americans, but which was followed by many years of starvation, oppression and massacre.
OK (is that Yankee or Cockney?) – Rant over! Did you get your winter supplies of whisky OK? One good thing about the USA – Their second-hand Bourbon barrels keep Scottish and Irish distilleries well supplied with good quality oak casks for maturing good whisky/whiskey of better quality than the original Bourbon!
I don’t get how any Americans “tried to make it their own.” Halloween is a tradition that does seem to have originated principally in the British Isles, and like a good deal of the culture of America – like it or not – it came along. Just because we dropped the nasty parts, like princes and kidney pie, doesn’t mean everything was invented from scratch.
I don’t know if the pumpkin went back to England and has replaced turnips and “swedes” (what an weird name for a rutabaga) as useful material for a jack-o-lantern. Note that Samhain was Gaelic, and the Celtic stock of England had their own Kalan Gwav etc. According to wikipedia, it was not super popular in Puritan America but picked up when a lot of Scots and Irish came over, they not being entirely sold on the Puritan thing. Americans have of course made a spectacle of it, and apparently it’s catching on in mainland Europe. So far I haven’t seen a hint of it here in Portugal, but we have 3 weeks to go.
“Soccer” is not an American idea – it’s a natural solution to the ambiguity of “football” for countries where “Association football” is not the only kind. Australia, Ireland …
“Rutabaga” is a weird name for a swede (“swade neep” where I come from). I have to admit it is much easier to carve a pumpkin into a “Neep Lantern”, than to carve the genuine neep (turnip)! The custom of children “guising” is dying out, but it is not the same as “trick or treat” – the guisers have to perform a song or dance before they get their sweeties or coins. (With all the stories about child molesters, it’s not surprising that guising is dying out, or being forbidden by concerned parents.)
Association, Five-a-Side, Rugby Union, Rugby League, Gaelic, Aussie Rules are all variations on the so-called beautiful game, all called football. Gridiron is a different sport entirely – if it even counts as a sport!
I’ve never heard of princes and kidney pie; is that another name for steak and kidney pie, a very popular dish in UK, although not with vegans like myself?
M27 Holts: “Fornicating” – and you a married man?!! NB this year the Solstice is on the 22nd December, not the 21st.
Football is not an ambiguity. It should only apply where the majority of players cannot handle the ball legally. Rugby and Gridiron should be called Handball or Throwball , or more apt…Egg Chasing….
I’ve never been anywhere near one of those pies. I imagine it was just kidneys, but either way, I’m having no part of it. In my youth I might have eaten steak, but generally pretty rare, which seems unlikely for pie.
I carved a lantern out of a big turnip or something, a few years back. Once was enough.
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
My grandma used to make a delicious soup from the chicken carcass and giblets, with barley, carrot and swede. The meat just becomes a thick gravy….hmmm steak & cowheel pie with gravy and chips…good northern England fare….
I have eaten Eels in Aspic. And the thing about gravy, is that it has to be really thick and have the consistency of late-cold snot and have that tangy chip-shop gravy taste, which is hard to describe…Anybody who would turn their noses up at thick cut golden brown chips with a proper Hollands meat growler with thick snotty gravy coating is a southern snob…
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At the risk of being a bit picky a bushel is a measurement which couldn’t actually be delivered. Maybe it should be a bushel basket for Jesus to hide his light under but that would imply his dad sending him a message to shut up. Looks like a bit of family tension and the old man not entirely on message?
Matt. 5 Verse 15
[15] Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house.
Most likely Mo bought the bushel on internet.
Ah yes of course. Mo, not his dad. Missed the affected innocence in the last frame!
Luckily Mo didn’t order a stake.
Ah.. so it was a reference to bible-bollocks! Sorry, went right over my head. Thus looking up the Archbashbishop to see if he had a bad experience with natural lady-gardens…(bush -hell)? Oh well…
Choirboy: usually a measure but can be a container. OED, courtesy of my library card, has this from C14.
2.a.
c1384–
A vessel used as a bushel measure.
c1384
No man liȝtneth a lanterne, and puttith in hidlis, other vndir a boyschel [a1425 L.V. buyschel], but on a candel sticke.
Bible (Wycliffite, early version) (Douce MS. 369(2)) (1850) Luke xi. 33
Citation details for Bible (Wycliffite, early version)
Oxford English Dictionary, s.v. “bushel, n.¹, sense 2.a”, September 2023.
Warning: OED is addictive.
V U, thanks. Yes of course. My source only gave the measurement but obviously JC couldn’t have hidden his light under that.
A source much more impressive than the Bible gives us, ‘I love you a bushel and a peck – a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck’. (Guys and Dolls)
And Mo is obviously ‘Rockin’ the boat’.
What happened to my portrait?
Oh, there I am!
Maybe I should have paid attention to the RE teacher, rather than get a head start on my math homework…then again, I reckon I took the correct path regarding filtering bollox from useful stuff…
😂😂😂😂😂
My father (“Glenner”!), who was a farmer, used to own a bushel measure. It was a large wooden tub, with handles, which could also have been used upside-down as a footstool, a seat, or a small table, (to place a candlestick on?). It had an official mark branded on the outside, to certify that it was a true measure. It was pretty well obsolete by my father’s time, with combine harvesters delivering grain directly into bulk containers, but he could remember it being used to measure grain early in the twentieth century.
My Father was a Electrical Engineer who specialised in the electrical systems that regulated the cooling systems for American built water cooled Nuclear reactors. He must have earned a fortune…however he was a gambling addict so the bookies took it all off him….
He didn’t own a bushel, because he didn’t have a pot to piss in….
Choirboy – many thanks for you most impressive reference. In case anyone is interested, there are four pecks or 8 dry gallons to a bushel.
I am only interested in scientific SI units…so grammes please. Dry pints? Beer is better by the Litre….
And 250mm always sounds so much more impressive than 10 inches!
M27Holts: How quaint you still write “grammes” when most people nowadays use “grams” or just the abbreviations “g”, “mg”, “kg” etc. You are such a traditionalist!
Even Americans use “grams”. At least you know to use “250 mm” rather than “25 cm”, so you are up to date with the SI.
(I wonder what you were measuring that came to 250 mm?)
I try to use English, English wherever possible to fight against the americanisation of our culture…trick or treat replacing bonfire night…prom nights at end of secondary school….football isn’t soccer…you bunch of American Whoppers…and no, that isn’t a burger….Give me a babbies yead anyday…
And it pecks my head so much I have my own wrapper class colour that inherits from the color class……
On various (in this instance, length-) measurements: Anglosaxons even use DIFFERENT feet! The difference is not much, but see:
“Multistate Disagreement over the Length of the Foot to End”
in Scientific American” of june 2020.
Using the different definitions even resulted in building an airport, and high-rise buildings in the neighbourhood, located such that safe flying proved impossible.
Like I said. American WHOPPERS….
M27Holts: Pedantically, I must point out that “gramme” is French, not English, but, fair enough, they invented the metric system!
In general, I agree with your gripes about americanisation. English “Bonfire Night”, remember-remember, hijacked the Scots & Irish traditions of Halloween, itself a Christian hijacking of the old festival of Samhain, which was the pagan celebration to mark the start of winter, and a bonfire night in its own right, nothing to do with Guy Fawkes! And now, of course, the Yanks have hijacked Halloween and tried to make it their own, a bit of a trick, not a treat. And, as you imply, they also hijacked the term “football”, for a game that has absolutely no resemblace to what the rest of the world calls “football”, or the linguistic equivalent, and they call the real thing “soccer”, English upper-class public-school slang meaning not “rugger”, and therefore second-class!
The Yanks have also invented their own, their very-own, winter Festival, called “Thanksgiving”, which commemorates a moment of peace and friendship with the native americans, but which was followed by many years of starvation, oppression and massacre.
OK (is that Yankee or Cockney?) – Rant over! Did you get your winter supplies of whisky OK? One good thing about the USA – Their second-hand Bourbon barrels keep Scottish and Irish distilleries well supplied with good quality oak casks for maturing good whisky/whiskey of better quality than the original Bourbon!
I don’t get how any Americans “tried to make it their own.” Halloween is a tradition that does seem to have originated principally in the British Isles, and like a good deal of the culture of America – like it or not – it came along. Just because we dropped the nasty parts, like princes and kidney pie, doesn’t mean everything was invented from scratch.
I don’t know if the pumpkin went back to England and has replaced turnips and “swedes” (what an weird name for a rutabaga) as useful material for a jack-o-lantern. Note that Samhain was Gaelic, and the Celtic stock of England had their own Kalan Gwav etc. According to wikipedia, it was not super popular in Puritan America but picked up when a lot of Scots and Irish came over, they not being entirely sold on the Puritan thing. Americans have of course made a spectacle of it, and apparently it’s catching on in mainland Europe. So far I haven’t seen a hint of it here in Portugal, but we have 3 weeks to go.
“Soccer” is not an American idea – it’s a natural solution to the ambiguity of “football” for countries where “Association football” is not the only kind. Australia, Ireland …
My whisky purchasing will be prior to the solstice feasting and drinking and fornicating…steak and Kidney pie nasty? Who said?
Donn Cave:
“Rutabaga” is a weird name for a swede (“swade neep” where I come from). I have to admit it is much easier to carve a pumpkin into a “Neep Lantern”, than to carve the genuine neep (turnip)! The custom of children “guising” is dying out, but it is not the same as “trick or treat” – the guisers have to perform a song or dance before they get their sweeties or coins. (With all the stories about child molesters, it’s not surprising that guising is dying out, or being forbidden by concerned parents.)
Association, Five-a-Side, Rugby Union, Rugby League, Gaelic, Aussie Rules are all variations on the so-called beautiful game, all called football. Gridiron is a different sport entirely – if it even counts as a sport!
I’ve never heard of princes and kidney pie; is that another name for steak and kidney pie, a very popular dish in UK, although not with vegans like myself?
M27 Holts: “Fornicating” – and you a married man?!! NB this year the Solstice is on the 22nd December, not the 21st.
Football is not an ambiguity. It should only apply where the majority of players cannot handle the ball legally. Rugby and Gridiron should be called Handball or Throwball , or more apt…Egg Chasing….
One can Fornicate with ones wife…it’s called role-playing….
I’ve never been anywhere near one of those pies. I imagine it was just kidneys, but either way, I’m having no part of it. In my youth I might have eaten steak, but generally pretty rare, which seems unlikely for pie.
I carved a lantern out of a big turnip or something, a few years back. Once was enough.
Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods’ roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.
My grandma used to make a delicious soup from the chicken carcass and giblets, with barley, carrot and swede. The meat just becomes a thick gravy….hmmm steak & cowheel pie with gravy and chips…good northern England fare….
M27Holts: Tripe?
Aye, Black and white, with onions and vinegar…yum yum
Though not seen black tripe at Bury Market for Years….Black Puddings …best in the world…
I do love Lamb’s liver and onions…slowly braised in red wine with paprika, garlic and chillies…with chips obviously…
We’ll eat lamprey here, if there’s any weird food credit in that.
I have eaten Eels in Aspic. And the thing about gravy, is that it has to be really thick and have the consistency of late-cold snot and have that tangy chip-shop gravy taste, which is hard to describe…Anybody who would turn their noses up at thick cut golden brown chips with a proper Hollands meat growler with thick snotty gravy coating is a southern snob…
Tonight I’m having Bangers and mash…with proper chippy gravy…