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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 21:20:25 GMT
I reckon its referring to anglers who stand in the water with waders and nets.
p.s. yes I see you are right that fish are animals but this sculpture does not appear to resemble a fish anyway. Maybe its a bird or some sort like a sand martin.
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Post by TonyDunkley on Apr 6, 2018 21:30:45 GMT
Here is the published account of the last but one Great Farting Contest, held the year before British Waterways entered for the first time, . . and blew the competition away !
Shitham on Tees.
I will tell you a story that can't fail to please, Of a great farting contest at Shitham-on-Tees Where all the best arses parade on the fields, And take part in contests for various shields.
Now some trained their arses to fart up the scale, To strive for a cup or a barrel of ale, While those whose arses were biggest and strongest, Competed in contests for loudest and longest.
This contest has drawn a very big crowd, And the betting was even on Mrs McLeod, For 'twas said in the papers,the sporting edition, That this woman's arse was in perfect condition.
Now old Mrs Jones had a perfect backside, With a bunch of red hair and a wart on each side, She fancied her chances of winning with ease, Having trained on a diet of cabbage and peas.
Old Mrs Potluck was backed for a place, For she'd often been placed in the deepest disgrace, Having farted in church and outdone the organ, And gassed the old Vicar, Montgomery Morgan.
Young Mrs Bugle arrived in a round of applause, And promptly proceeded to pull down her drawers, For though she'd no chance in the farting display, She'd the prettiest arse you could see any day.
The Vicar arrived and ascended the stand, And proceeded to tell this remarkable band, That the contest was on, as was shown on the bills, And the use was taboo of injections and pills.
The entrants lined up a the signal to start, And winning the toss, Mrs Jones took first start, The crowds were astonished in silence and wonder, And 1.Y.A. broadcast warnings of thunder.
Next come Mrs Potluck and advanced to the front, And started by doing a wonderful stunt, With wide open legs and tightly clenched hands, She blew the roof off the sixpenny stands.
But Mrs McLeod thought nothing of this, She'd had some weak tea and was all wind and piss, With hands on her hips and legs stretched out wide, She unluckily shit and was disqualified.
Now young Mrs Bugle was next to appear, She turned to the crowd and received a great cheer, For though she'd no chance in the contest at all, She took first prize and out farted them all.
With hands on hips she stood farting alone, And the crowds were amazed at the sweetness of tone, The judges agreed without bias or pause, "First prize Mrs Bugle, now pull up your drawers", She advanced to the front with maidenly gait, And took from the Vicar a set of gold plate, Then turned to the crowd, who had started to scream, And farted the first verse of 'God Save the Queen'.
Please note; the names of the contestants, and the winner, have been changed in order to protect the guilty.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2018 21:36:20 GMT
Good excuse for some music
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Post by Stumpy on Apr 6, 2018 22:41:40 GMT
This is on the towpath side of the Llangollen Canal near Ellesmere. I've never seen one anywhere else. What is it? It's a Farting Post, donated to British Waterways by the organizers of the the last Great Farting Contest at Shitham-on-Tees in honour of the winner, who was, at the time, PA to the Board member responsible for coming up with the idea of turning BWB into a charity.
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Post by naughtyfox on Apr 7, 2018 4:49:31 GMT
' I've added a net form to represent the canal and animal life in it.' Wot - like a fishing net with some fish in it? Only there's no fish in the net. Wot a swizz. I'm not keen on 'modern interpretative art'. Here's some: TBTBTBTB .. teabag... or tuberculosis? Deep, hidden meanings....
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Post by naughtyfox on Apr 7, 2018 4:52:33 GMT
because fish are not animals. Since when?
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