Holy saint veronica of the rabid lepers are we all doomed to spend eternity in the firey pits of hell being poked in the eyes with blunt sticks and having red hot pokers rammed up our rear ends by laughing pointy tailed demons ?
Well according to the high cross at Monesterboyce we are !
The central carving on this stone celtic cross is a scene of judgement day with all the people being led up to heaven being welcomed in by a harpist and all the not so lucky being led downwards accompanied by a piper
Its not so much the red hot pokers and blunt sticks that worries me but I was wondering will the humidity level down there bugger up my reed
and does anyone know if imatation ivory melts.
Brings to mind an amateur painting of Seamus Ennis that got posted a while back. Ennis didn’t look too well, and the background looked for all the world like flames! shudder
Maybe the sculptor was trying to shag someone who played the harp, and keep them away from the pipers.
Worst case scenario: “Welcome to hell! Here is your set of Pakistani pipes. Please take your seat between the bodhran player with the Marshal Stack and the hundred banjo players.”
Some folks are just built backwards, their noses run and their feet smell.
I sure wouldn’t be happy in a heaven with all harps and no bagpipes (but I would love to be able to play any stringed instrument and might change my mind if I could).
