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I dunno, I wuz fraaawn ahht b4 i wuz finneshd, iz dat bad?

gma wrote:I dunno, I wuz fraaawn ahht b4 i wuz finneshd, iz dat bad?

fo' shizzle!

My son says "Shizzle muh' nizzle"

No idea what it means but I blame the hip-hop gangstaz

Farnaz wrote:http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.p ... +my+nizzle

.... and I thought we spoke the Queen's English in this country, with just a spattering of Polish !

The Queen's English? It's a living language, JR! (as you have often demonstrated... )

Anyway, the urbandictionary.com confirms beyond any reasonable doubt that this is just a variation of a very old expression.

fo' shizzle my nizzle

Originated in medieval England in the 17th century, this phrase has changed in meaning completely, from the original shorthand denotation of "Alas! An adversary has come upon us! To the catapults!" to the modern definition of "Please grease up my (word withheld by Ajarn Philip on the grounds of forum standards. 'Penis' is not a word we want to see bandied around here, thank you very much)."
Old: Bartholomew, the dastardly barbarians are attacking! Foe Shizle mine nizle!

New: Bitch step up! Fo shizzle my nizzle!

I did have to correct several spelling errors in the on line entry, but that should not detract from the authenticity of this definition.

fo' shizzle my nizzle

Originated in medieval England in the 17th century, this phrase has changed in meaning completely, from the original shorthand denotation of "Alas! An adversary has come upon us! To the catapults!" to the modern definition of "Please grease up my (word withheld by Ajarn Philip on the grounds of forum standards. 'Penis' is not a word we want to see bandied around here, thank you very much)."
Old: Bartholomew, the dastardly barbarians are attacking! Foe Shizle mine nizle!

New: Bitch step up! Fo shizzle my nizzle!

You need serious, expensive and sustained professional help.
You should give Alan P5age a ping, I'm betting he could hook you up!!

Farnaz wrote:Actually I've been watching a BBC series about the Medieval mind (with Jimmy Hendrix played out on lutes and lyres for the soundtrack) and as it turns out they were more bawdy than this post, more creative in their links between two points of reason, and far more far-out than us. Open your mind, read your history, relax!

Have I just been insulted??

Open your mind, read your history, relax!

Or alternatively, just watch it on tv...

No Phil, I think you'll fnd it was me!! I'll do my best to keep an open mind in future!!

Regarding several recent posts, medieval equals 1600's? Not according to some historians.

Ajarn's source seems to be 300 or 500 years out but he does say that he had to correct the source on other quoted matters

Farnaz wrote: ... now we are free from school's tortuous, blinkered sole study of Henry the VIII ...

ahemahem


"I'm 'Enery the 8th I am, 'Enery the 8th I am I am,
I got married to the widder next door, she'd been married 7 times before,
And ev'ry one was an 'Enery, she never 'ad a Willy or a Sam,
I'm 'er 8th old man called 'Enery, 'Enery the 8th I aaaaaaaaaaaam!"


Blimey, that's better. Mrs Ajarn has just raised a quizzical eyebrow, but nothing new there...

Ar ! The good old cockney songs !

Nees Up Muvva Brarn, knees up Muvva...............

J.R. wrote:Ar ! The good old cockney songs !

Nees Up Muvva Brarn, knees up Muvva...............

My knees can only manage The Lambeth Walk these days, but at least I'm not wandering The Tower wiv me 'ead tucked underneaf me arm ...........

xx

icomefromalanddownunder wrote:

J.R. wrote:Ar ! The good old cockney songs !

Nees Up Muvva Brarn, knees up Muvva...............

My knees can only manage The Lambeth Walk these days, but at least I'm not wandering The Tower wiv me 'ead tucked underneaf me arm ...........

xx

I wasn't going to hijack this thread until I looked back and saw it was already too late... This is, in my extremely humble opinion, one of the very best monologues of all time.

I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings,
As happened in days long gone by,
When Duke William became King of England,
And 'Arold got shot in the eye.

It were this way - one day in October
The Duke, who were always a toff,
Having no battles on at the moment,
Had given his lads a day off.

They'd all taken boats to go fishing,
When some chap in t'Conqueror's ear
Said 'Let's go and put breeze up the Saxons;'
Said Bill - 'By gum, that's an idea.

Then turning around to his soldiers,
He lifted his big Norman voice,
Shouting - 'Hands up who's coming to England.'
That was swank 'cos they hadn't no choice.

They started away about tea-time -
The sea was so calm and so still,
And at quarter to ten the next morning
They landed at place called Bexhill.

King 'Arold came up as they landed -
His face full of venom and 'ate -
He said 'If you've come for t'Regatta
You've got here just six weeks too late.'

At this William rose, cool but 'aughty,
And said - 'Give us none of your cheek;
You'd best have your throne re-upholstered,
I'll be wanting to use it next week.'

When 'Arold heard this 'ere defiance
With rage he turned purple and blue
And shouted some rude words in Saxon,
To which William answered -'And you.'

'Twere a beautiful day for a battle;
The Normans set off with a will,
And when both sides was duly assembled,
They tossed for the top of the hill.

King 'Arold he won the advantage,
On the hill-top he took up his stand,
With his knaves and his cads all around him,
On his 'orse with his 'awk in his 'and.

The Normans had nowt in their favour,
Their chance of a victory seemed small,
For the slope of the field were against them,
And the wind in their faces and all.

The kick-off were sharp at two-thirty,
And soon as the whistle had went
Both sides started banging each other
Till the swineherds could hear them in Kent.

The Saxons had best line of forwards,
Well armed with both buckler and sword -
But the Normans had best combination,
And when half-time came no-one had scored.

So the Duke called his cohorts together
And said - 'Let's pretend that we're beat,
Once we get Saxons on t'level
We'll cut off their means of retreat.'

So they ran - and the Saxons ran after,
Just exactly as William had planned,
Leaving 'Arold alone on the hill top
On his 'orse with his 'awk in his 'and.

When the Conqueror saw what had happened,
A bow and an arrow he drew;
He went right up to 'Arold and shot him.
He were off-side, but what could they do?

The Normans turned round in a fury,
And gave back both parry and thrust,
Till t'fightin' were all over bar shouting,
And you couldn't see Saxons for dust.

And after the battle were over,
They found 'Arold so stately and grand,
Sitting there with an eye full of arrow
On his 'orse with his 'awk in his 'and.

Brilliant! Now why didn't Miss Page teach it like that?
Maggie