For obvious reasons we've not had a lot of special events going on today but I can't let our county's special day go unmarked, so here's our very own song, "A Million Acres". (Er, shouldn't that be 400,000 hectares these days though?)
that maybe so but one was dancing and singing "I Want To Know What Love Is " at the top of his voice just up the road last night a si was trying to sleep .
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Bloody Foreigner
I didn't know it was Suffolk Day. Happy Suffolk Day, or what is left of it, from another Suffolk born and bred who has migreated to the midlands, sadly.
My dad and his cronies used to partake of a 'sport' they invented in the 60s at the Bell Inn in St Olaves, called nurdling, not to be muddled with games of the same name played in other parts. This game was mainly designed to get the grockles to buy locals a drink for a successful nurdle. The regulars of a pub in Beccles invented dwile flonking and appealed for an extension of pub opening times in order to play and got it!
Thanks so much Buenchico, that brought back such memories. Harold Jenner was my dad and I have the papyrus hanging on my wall. Sometimes the poor duped person was cajoled into charging down the pub corridor which was dark and tiled with hard ceramic tiles. Someone in the know stood in the entrance to one of the loos and dropped a pile of tin trays onto the floor just after they had run past. Its a wonder noone ever had a heart attack.