Stark raven mad.
“Derrick Coyle’s working day starts at the crack of dawn - literally - when he greets each of his ravens by name, letting them out of the cages where they spend the night.”
Who am I talking about? Obvious, really. It’s the feller who looks after the famous ravens at the Tower of London.
And here’s why you’ve got to be a bit mad to do the job: according to legend, at least six ravens must remain lest both Tower and Monarchy fall.
So, if you accidentally trod on one of the little buggers, it wouldn’t just be the end of the blackbird, it would probably be the end of the entire United Kingdom.
Now that’s what I call responsibility.
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golfwidow said on February 3, 2006 @ 2:48 am...
Is that how they’re like writing-desks, then?
Barry said on February 3, 2006 @ 9:13 am...
You’ve lost me.
golfwidow said on February 3, 2006 @ 1:54 pm...
From Alice in Wonderland: “How is a raven like a writing-desk?”