We haven’t forgotten, laddie, and never will.
I think I read about this one when I was a kid — Cromwell was about to give up without starting combat because he didn’t have the high ground, and the Scots obliged by marching down the hill.
Cromwell (a distant relative of Thomas Cromwell, one of Henry VIII’s most trusted henchmen, until Hank had him beheaded) once said to the Presbyters, “I beseech then, in the bowels of Christ, consider that you may be mistaken.” Yeah, he had quite a way with words.
There being no clear favorite for some onlookers, enough to make a Feast Day of it, I hear afford themselves a wee mackeral-snapping, cheese-and-cracker sort of memorial moment.
Among those who do, there are those who order out for pizza, being so gauche about the entire affair, as to have it be one of those horrid 'Hawaiian' ham & pineapple monstrosities ---with anchovies.
Can you image such drek? To tempt the fates of indigestion in such manner. And then come wandering to these shores complaining loudly all the while of their own ongoing dyspepsia...
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