Doing anything special for Labor Day 2019?

St Valentine's Day isn't a holiday over here, neither is St Patrick's Day, or, would you believe it, St Crispin's Day.

I simply love St.Crispins Day.

...um, around here that's the day many establishments give a hearty serving of bacon and pork ribs crispins with the meal.
(what, now ya want good jokes? Please, it's been a very rough month)

St. Swithin, St.Crispin or his twin Crispian or numerous other saints are continually things I have to look up and get a refresher course on. Mother didn't believe in the idea of saints and her yelling/screaming against their space in Christianity pushed me to where I have trouble retaining knowledge of them.
(In fairness, Mother was born Jewish and converted to Methodism in her teens...although Methodists have hymns about Saints, so, I don't rightly know why she was so bothered by them)

I like stories, and some of the Saxon saints have great stories.

Plus it's always good to learn new information (even if I forget it a while later)

You're English, so let me word this in terms you can understand:

I don't blooming care about your holiday.

That's part of the joy, there's not as much fun watching a favourite old film if you remember everything. Although I tend to remember a split second before it happens.

I live in England not the 1950s.

Let me put this in words you'll understand. You will spend the rest of your life looking for reasons not to do any work, other than a few preliminary sketches you will achieve nothing.

And then you'll blame other people for your inertia.

You've been away almost ten years and in that time you've achieved nothing.

Get your finger out.

Any chance of an invite?

Why do you assume I am not working?

I'll give you the name of the site in PM.

Because you spend all your time asking for help with research instead of doing anything.

What have you done? Serious question, by that I mean what have you actually finished.

You know nothing about my personal business and situation. What I do when I am not online. Bug off.

So that's a no then. Since you were last here I've written my second novel, and I'm a terrible procrastinator, not as bad as you mind.

From Henry V, by Willie Shakespeare, another run of the mill feriner.


KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin, Westmorland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enough
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words—
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,


Get chills every time I read it or hear it. Imagine that: "Band of Brothers", just another Americanism not created by an Amurican.

I love St Swithens day.

One of the scenes in that play occurs in Southampton. Act II SC II.

It happened in this pub, (so they say).





http://www.hampshire-history.com/the-southampton-plot/

Henry came to regret executing Scrope at his death bed. Henry died young and Henry VI had no-one to teach him statecraft. The Queen's family were not popular.

Labor Day U.S.A. 2019 passed. Why is this thread still going on?

Why are you still coming to it????

Why are people continuing to derail it?