tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post4803634195322062769..comments2024-03-23T20:59:24.568+00:00Comments on northern pies: Another Birkett Bagged – Capple HoweMike Knipehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12792636586674245725noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post-68793956486493134682014-02-05T22:22:24.423+00:002014-02-05T22:22:24.423+00:00Tony - Alliteration is why I'm pleased not to ...Tony - Alliteration is why I'm pleased not to be bagging Wainwrights any more. I'm too old for that sort of thing and it gives me a cough anyway...<br />And it upsets the dog.<br />Anyway, I did it with Bijoux Birkett Bagging Once Before in Borrowdale, I Believe. (Hows that?)Mike Knipehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12792636586674245725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post-44205651551497819402014-02-05T16:56:30.900+00:002014-02-05T16:56:30.900+00:00I don't know about baguettes but I was thinkin...I don't know about baguettes but I was thinking that you could have worked more with the alliteration, something like: "Bruno bags Birkett in blustery blizzard", although of course if it wasn't blustery or blizzardy, that would have been mis-representing the facts.<br /><br />Bad luck with the speed cam. Tony Bennetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11587011681927202159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post-53283402284467856412014-02-05T11:22:39.763+00:002014-02-05T11:22:39.763+00:00Dawn - I don't know what came over me - despit...Dawn - I don't know what came over me - despite the huge 40 mph signs, I was convinced the limit was 60 and was accelerating away from the bin wagon behind me. I feel it may be an expensive aberration.Mike Knipehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12792636586674245725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post-63304090307088633692014-02-05T11:21:12.691+00:002014-02-05T11:21:12.691+00:00What I think, Reifyn, is that you're as daft a...What I think, Reifyn, is that you're as daft as me...The word "Birked", though, comes from the Old Norse "Bjorken" which means to sing squeaky, loosely formatted songs whilst dancing strangely. Nothing to do with bread, although I can feel a bread-based theme coming on somehow. Maybe it's just my mid-morning craving for toast. Mike Knipehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12792636586674245725noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post-66973814616078129472014-02-05T09:15:55.974+00:002014-02-05T09:15:55.974+00:00A nice area that Mike!Was it by any chance a full ...A nice area that Mike!Was it by any chance a full moon when you went through the speed check????Dawnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09839157927650251268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177918675979573010.post-60063723712752225792014-02-05T06:13:25.538+00:002014-02-05T06:13:25.538+00:00Well, you've made another new word, and that s...Well, you've made another new word, and that sort of thing always makes me glad. There's one thing that I've been thinking of when I saw the title to this post: being pretty tired, I read 'Another Baguette Birked' instead of the actual title. So I've been thinking of what this might mean. Perhaps if one brought along a French bread and a bit of cheese on such an excursion as yours, they might 'birk a baguette'. I have not yet figured out what 'birking' entails, and I'd like your opinion, Mike. I've looked up the word 'birk' and it means everything from a market town in Scandinavia to the Scots name for a birch tree. What do you think?Reifynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14346573496969586088noreply@blogger.com