@RickiTarr Oh god that’s rigid. I’m so happy he lived long enough to hypothetically have heard this hippie interpretation of his book
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=fne-LDEbQc4&pp=ygUaYm8gaGFuc3NvbiBzYWdhbiBvbSByaW5nZW4%3D
@Nazani @RickiTarr imaging a load of drunk wizards at 4:00 am....
....well in a month I shall be among them at Glastonbury Festival!
@RickiTarr on a *Wednesday* !!
I think an MMA fighter's publicist ripped this off "Cro Cop's signature move was his lightning-quick left high roundhouse kick, once famously described as "right leg, hospital; left leg, cemetery." (Wikipedia)
OMG, that's wonderful!
Yeah you have to keep reading to the end 😁
@RickiTarr @pattykimura “We started recreational
It ended up all medical
[…]
It started in the vestibule
It ended in the hospital”
“Hot Soft Light”
The Hold Steady
Coming of age party for a Sub-Lieutenant? Sounds like they were really reaching for an excuse there.
I could have said Dom-Lieutenant!
@KanaMauna @RickiTarr I was curious about this too, so I found the Wikipedia article on "coming of age," which suggests that Sublieutenant Tolkien probably was turning 21.
But right below that, was this, which is amazeballs: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coming_of_age
@msbellows @KanaMauna @RickiTarr this sounds pretty fictional
it's like Jungle Dune Pain Box
@msbellows @KanaMauna @RickiTarr
CJR Tolkien was born 21 November 1924, according to Wikipedia, so it seems that was the occasion
Look again at the _date_. Their son survived to adulthood during a world war; his parents remembered losing so many of their friends in the last war.
@MadelineBodin @msbellows @RickiTarr
No, you’re right. I’m more accustomed to coming of age for early teens, but 21 is probably right for back then.
You’re right, 21 makes more sense for back then.
As to the ant thing, on the one hand that sounds like something people would make up to boast to outsiders. On the other hand, I was a teenager once…
Coming of Age was a Thing, Coming of Age at the end of a World War an even bigger Thing.
Yeah, though ‘let’s drink to dawn in honor of my son’ implies a couple who lived life very big.
For a Professor of Anglo-Saxon and Fellow of Oxford possibly so, I think pretty much everyone was at the time.
Ah! So good!
The biggest party we ever held was our wedding…the location was a hotel that we popped into by chance to have a cup of tea at the end of day of feeling disappointed by other places. They did a brilliant cuppa and scone which pleased my mum, but it was a sign on the wall that said J.R.R.Tolkien treated the place as his holiday home and annually came for months at a time that sealed it for my hobbit loving partner!
I shared, and pretty much my entire family is committed to hanging in there until its hearse time 🤣
🎶
Professor Tolkien knows how to party
Professor Tolkien knows how to party
In the city of Oxford
In the city of good, ol' 'Ford
In the city, on Northmoor Road
We keep it rockin'
We keep it rockin'
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It does put a different spin on Bilbo‘s birthday party.
smoke it if you got it..
sometimes it just makes you introspective, other times it'll make you see a Balrog.
Check out the invitation in the parent post.
This post.