Prithee,One would have expected that crafty Ffrench Knave ’ Sir Zubvika’ to have turned up by now,offering parly of the ‘you steenk of ze Elderberries’ kind.
Methinks,the pesky knave is biding his time,hatching some dastardly plot!
Excuse me,I have just spotted a Dragon in mine back garden!
Knnnnnnnniggets!
You tiny-brained wiper of other people’s bottoms.
ahem Sorry about that. As per the Undisputed’s personal recommendation, I finally did view the film in reference. I can see why it’s been called irreverent. The ending confused my sister.
Thwannnng “Message for you, sir.”
“She’s got huuuuuge… tracts of land!!”
-Derek-
Glasgow.
Deep fried Mars bars are very popular in that neck of the woods.
Amar would probably have seen them on his recent jaunt to Edinburgh but as far as I know it is a Glaswegian delicacy.
Slan,
D.
I understand not how thou doth assemble the fipple!
Behold, I cannot say, as I haven’t had opportunity to print it off, but if someone, verily, assembles it, we prithee share thine info.
Goode Walden, swych crafte and artfullnesse, thys patterne, that it become out of a verye parchement a thyng anewe, worthie to make musicks upon it, and yclept an occarine! An estraunge name, has thys “occarine”. Fromme where doth come thys melodiche wondre? Fromme Araby? Or be it fromme Latium, or perchaunce far Cipangu?
Pray thee, grante us word, for enquirynge myndes want to knowe.
I’ve decided to change my handle to “bloomfldfx”.
Once it dwelt in a web site of the United Kingdom, yea at http://www.xited.co.uk/dandt/ocarina/index.htm , but that link is no longer among ye living. Now it dwelleth in the site of Clayzeness Whistleworks, of Seattle. Alas, I know not who originally etched it. From ye former locatione, I venture to guess that it was once upon a time part of this site: http://www.xited.co.uk/dandt/ It differeth from the card ocarina kits marketed by Ye Ocarina Workshop.
If thou wouldst have my take on the general historie of ye ocarine instrument of musick, thou mayest visit this page.
Yea, I have browsed the Internet Archive at http://www.archive.org/
but Fig. 2 “How to assemble the mouthpiece” resides not there.
And there was wailing and gnashing of teeth . . .
I set out to make enquiry of ye webmaster of http://www.xited.co.uk/dandt but, behold, I found no email link. My intent is, and hath been, to assemble this project, myself, and determine ye correct method of mouthpiece assembly, but ye setback is that I recently moved and ye olde printer hath not yet been unpacken.
Anyway, this is one theory I have of how it may be done:
Verily, there is an email link upon this page
http://www.xited.co.uk/contact.html
It is info@xited.co.uk
And if they do give thee answer there will be great rejoicing! (Yayyyyyy)
(dandt is “d and t”, design and technology)
Alas and alack, and woe is me, poore, unworthy exemplar of whistle tweakingedom suche as I be. In all mine wanderings through ye vaste and wondrous whistle realm, I have ne’er encountered ye paper whistle-beastie suche as is here revealed. A clue to ye tweakeing thereof suche to make ye mouthpiece sweetlye singeth, I have none.
Beste wishes,
Jerry
But comfort thee, kinde and noble Jerry, and assuage thy dismaye in this arcane thynge, for our goode Walden is fulle craftie and well-vers’d in those artes of formynge all divers manner of blossoms, byrdes, and beastes out of a verye parchement, and an mine eye deceive me not, he hath mayhap well solv’d this mysterie of the fypple, and hit the spotte aright, for his assaye doth appear a doughtie and clever aunswer to the matter.
Alas, give triall to it I may not, for mine own printeur hath againe gone right tits-up, and so perforce I needs must stande aside, and cheare on those stalwartes who shall soon solve this admyrable puzzele-occarine.
Wherefore, as it wert in the dayes of our deare queene Elizabeth, when the men doth weare much perfume, fancye shyrt, and hosen of fynest sylke, whence a man by the name of Dowland writeth tuneage (what’s old has become new again) for the lute. Whence therefore cometh a man named Walden, which designeth a fyppel flute of parchment. At that tyme, Walden doth present yon fyppel flute unto Dowland, who replieth:
“Nay, yon fyppel flute be insufficient for musick, and must be bestowed upon yon hunter for the calling of møøse, and mynd you, møøse bites kan be pretti nasti.”
But soft! what notes through yonder winder breaks?
It is the tune that bursteth from ye clay.
Sheer poesie, Walden! But sooth, may what breaketh through yon winder be the fabl’d occarine’s clay itself?
Hearken unto yon MP3 of ye occarine consort of Budrio, as they play upon occarinas fashioned, not from parchment or of papier, but of ye very earthen werk.