Odd this day

Coates
2 min readNov 5, 2023

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Well, it’s 5 November, so obviously it’s time for the people of Ottery St Mary in Devon to… er, carry flaming barrels of tar through the town on their shoulders, in ever-increasing sizes. I’m sure that’s fine.

There’s more about this unhinged tradition — which may have begun as some kind of pagan ceremony to cleanse the small East Devon town of evil spirits — on the (well, of course) entire website dedicated to the occasion:

In the same county, a few miles west, in the much more normal village of Shebbear, they will be saving the country, perhaps the world, from misfortune by… er, turning over a big stone that was left there by Satan.

To be fair to Beelzebub, Lord of Darkness, he didn’t put it there himself. The archangel Michael threw the stone at him, trapping him under it, after throwing him out of heaven. No, it’s not just a glacial erratic (big stone brought from somewhere else by glaciation). OBVIOUSLY.

And, finally… apparently, it’s the 43rd anniversary of Spike Milligan going on Parkinson and telling this extraordinary anecdote (to, among other people, James Coburn) about his friend Jack Hobbs getting the shits:

He also told it (with an extra payoff at the end) in Joe McGrath and David Bradbury’s excellent book Now That’s Funny:

SPIKE: He got the squits … went to a shop and bought new trousers and pants. He got to King’s Cross… and went to the train toilet, took off … trousers and underpants and threw them out of the window, opened the bag and all that was in it was a lady’s pink cardigan. So he put his legs through the arms and pulled them up, got his trilby and tucked it into the neck. When he got off, nobody said a word. Except the ticket collector: ‘Ah, you’ve been on holiday, Mr Hobbs’.

…a book which is also the source of the Finest Comedy Writer’s Anecdote Ever Told:

Joe McGrath: If you’re working with somebody that you’re in sympathy with, if you do come up with a funny line you can laugh for 20 minutes.
 
 Barry Cryer: Oh yes. And you do the great unusables as well, if it’s a dreary afternoon. Graham and I used to write: ‘It’s morning. We discover Ronnie wanking.’ And we’d laugh for about half an hour at the idea.

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