Where we stand by swords in stones and great round tables.
Did they think of me, as I of them?
In their turrets, writing history as they lived
And that is when I feel so small, a speck
In time and space, falling from the pages that are read
In fragrant gardens in five hundred years.
We went to Winchester today and had a lovely walk around the city centre. It’s such a beautiful city and so full of history, it’s hard not to think about King Alfred, the Knights of the Round Table and all of the men drinking in the old taverns. It was also nice to take some photos on such a beautiful day.
I love reading graffiti that has been left behind before me. Most people see it as vandalism but I see it as people adding layers of stories to something that would otherwise remain pristine and bland.
When we visit Thorpe Park I see so many people who have left behind their Instagram and Twitter handles on the walls where we queue. I’m always tempted to look them up and see what they are like. I find it kind of cool that we can actually see people who have been in the places that we have been.
And then there is the old school scrawl on bathroom doors that claim Becky and David are going to be together 4eva. I sit and read them and wonder if these people are still together. For all I know they may not even be alive anymore. Our lives have just intersected in that one bathroom and then they carry on.
It’s probably a bit of a weird thing that I find so interesting but it’s a bit of modern day history going on right before our eyes. That bathroom door may end up in a museum one day and people will marvel at the scrawlings of us primitive humans that lived in 2021.
Does anyone else have a bit of a geeky love of words and phrases? I can’t get enough of finding out where these things come from, to the point where I think it’s a bit nerdy.
I love the history behind it all. I love those quirky stories.
For example, did you know where the phrase ‘fell off the wagon’ comes from? When people were still being executed they were driven to the execution site on a wagon. On the journey, the executioner would allow the prisoner to stop at an inn and he would buy him a drink. Invariably, someone would ask if they could buy the prisoner another drink. The executioner would then say ‘sorry, you can’t because he’s on the wagon.’
Or, carrying on the drinking theme, ‘painting the town red’ probably comes from a legendary night of drinking where the Marquis of Waterford went a bit crazy. A whole mob of his friends got drunk and vandalised Melton Mowbray. They pulled off door knocker and then set about painting statues in the town red.
I could go on and on. I find these little stories fascinating and I always find myself telling people these stories when they say a word or phrase. I’m either a fountain of interesting knowledge to them….or I’m just really annoying.
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