Well, mateys, I see where today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arrr, have at it!
Some random pirate-related observations, me buckoes:
♦ A month or two ago, Ol’ Robbo finally got around to reading Treasure Island for the first time and found it a right ripping yarn.
♦ I know the entire score of The Pirates of Penzance by heart. “We seek a penalty fifty-fold for General Stanley’s story.”***
♦ I’ve never made it all the way through any of the Pirates of teh Caribbean series without dozing off. (Too much rum, probably.)
♦ You can imagine for whom ol’ Robbo cheered during the semi-final between the Bournemouth Gynaecologists and the Watford Long John Silver Impersonators. (No link, mates. Them’s what gets it, gets it.)
♦ Historickal Fact: This be Lancelot Blackburne, Anglican Archbishop of York (1658-1743). In his misspent yoot, he was a buccaneer.
***The last line of that delightful little throw-away chorus, sung offstage, heralding the arrival of the Pirate King and his band for the big climax in the last act. Full verse:
“A rollicking band of pirates we/who, tired of tossing on the sea/are trying our hands at burglaree/with weapons grim and gory.
We are not coming for plate or gold/A story General Stanley told/We seek a penalty fifty-fold for General Stanley’s sto-ree!”