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« on: 09:11:57, 04-06-2008 » |
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh: a time to mourn, and a time to dance
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Descombes
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« Reply #1 on: 10:55:01, 04-06-2008 » |
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I'm afraid I still think of PT as a Classic FM person, who, one day, turned up at R3 by mistake!
Sort of Natalie Wheen in reverse!
Neither of them has lost the aura of their original home.
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Robert Dahm
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« Reply #2 on: 00:54:27, 05-06-2008 » |
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Descombes
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« Reply #3 on: 07:05:57, 05-06-2008 » |
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Sorry, wasn't I being clear? R3 traditionally had competent, articulate presenters with a musical background, while upstart Classic FM arrived with brash DJs, many from mainstream radio. Trelawney was one of the most high profile Classic FM DJs in its first few years. Then he moved to R3, where he often does quite specialised things like presenting concerts; my suggestion was that he still sounds out of place and better suited to Classic FM.
As an after-thought, I added that Natalie Wheen is a case of the reverse situation. Cultured, articulate, musically active: she sounds like a traditional R3 person, but she jumped ship to Classic FM a few years ago, and now she provides a welcome bit of "class" to the Classic FM schedules.
Hope that explains my thoughts to Robert.
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« Reply #4 on: 08:43:03, 05-06-2008 » |
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As an after-thought, I added that Natalie Wheen is a case of the reverse situation. Cultured, articulate, musically active: she sounds like a traditional R3 person, but she jumped ship to Classic FM a few years ago, and now she provides a welcome bit of "class" to the Classic FM schedules.
I think you will find that she walked the plank, rather than having jumped ship. |
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« Reply #5 on: 08:53:03, 05-06-2008 » |
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Descombes, it's one of the endearing habits of this board that members like to highlight words as a way of making links. See that 'eh?' of Robert's? It's light blue. Try clicking on it.  |
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Green. Always green.
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« Reply #6 on: 00:41:53, 06-06-2008 » |
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Yes, sorry. I was rather facetiously drawing attention to my own complete ignorance of who Saint Petroc was. To be fair, though, I did wikipediate* him before linking to more silly things...
*What is the correct verb here. 'Look up' seems to me to connote an actual book(s). Or at the very least something a bit more rigorously peer-reviewed...
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #7 on: 17:20:01, 06-06-2008 » |
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to my own complete ignorance of who Saint Petroc was. And you're not the only one. C6 monk who came from Wales to Cornwall and established his monastery at Padstow (Petrock's stow) and later being a hermit on Bodmin Moor. A reliquary for him was on display in Bodmin Parish Church. There are many churches dedicated to him in Cornwall and Devon. That's about all we know of him, and compared to some Cornish saints (St Erth, St Endellion St Breward, St Maybyn, St Austell, etc etc) it is biographical richness. I seem to remember he is supposed to have crossed from Wales on a cloak or millstone or some other improbable vessel. *What is the correct verb here. 'Look up' seems to me to connote an actual book(s). Or at the very least something a bit more rigorously peer-reviewed...
"Look up" seems OK to me. How about "consult", "haruspicate" or "scry"? |
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #8 on: 13:20:30, 19-06-2008 » |
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And to prove he existed, here is a notice board outside a church in the Cathedral Close at Exeter, not doing much in the way of incense filled ritual, shame, but doing its vital bit in social services, good on them:  |
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To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.
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« Reply #9 on: 15:15:19, 19-06-2008 » |
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'ere you go, Squire  |
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Click me -> About meor me -> my handmade storeNo, I'm not a complete idiot. I'm only a halfwit. In fact I'm actually a catfish. |
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« Reply #10 on: 16:47:57, 01-07-2008 » |
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Thanks Don for (1)'haruspicate' - a word perhaps inscribed upon the door of Stuart Hibberd's Robing Room.
Trelawny of the vestigially dodgy has a bit to live up to. Always a bit odd to to hear his castigation to hush from the gods of the Albert Hall before a Prom starts. I always think to myself '..At least its not Raf"£$%^&*ty' and he has made a decent fist of some interviews on Out of Tune. But gravitas there is not. (2)The proper St's story is fascinating, prompts me to dig out Ven Bede etc some time.
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'...A celebrity is someone who didn't get the attention they needed as an adult'
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #11 on: 17:29:55, 01-07-2008 » |
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Ah,marbs, Bede was an old sweetie and tough as old boots, and though he appears to devoutly recount any old miraculous tale, in fact he has quite enough critical nous to spot a load of old baloney when he sees it. (Particularly since Petrock doubtless kept the Celtic date for Easter, a matter which Bede returns to again and again, like a pub bore on why his football team was robbed. Petrock would lose a lot of respect from Bede as a result.)
He is very careful to give authorities or witnesses for miraculously goings on, and we might think he is kidding himself, but he certainly was applying critical standards.
So nothing of Petrock in Bede. My source was the Oxford Book of Saints, which I can't lay hands on at the moment.
Haruspicate is from tinner's least favourite poem, IIRC.
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« Reply #12 on: 19:25:46, 01-07-2008 » |
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Don, this is fascinating stuff, Thanks for enlightening my smattering of ignorance, and grist to the mill of a project I have been mulling over starting.
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'...A celebrity is someone who didn't get the attention they needed as an adult'
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« Reply #13 on: 21:46:10, 01-07-2008 » |
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I'm looking into my copy of The Book of Saints  says the following: Petroc (Pedrog, Perreux)
(St) B? R.
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d. 594. Allegedly the son of a Welsh prince, he studied in Ireland, settled in Cornwall, England, and was evidently very active as a missionary. He founded a monastery at a place later called Petrocston (Padstow) after him and another at Bodmin, where he died. In Brittany he is called Perreux. His attribute is a stag, and his is sometimes shown as a bishop holding a church. |
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Don Basilio
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« Reply #14 on: 09:49:07, 02-07-2008 » |
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hh, thank you, that's pretty good of Dom Basil. I don't know that one. I didn't know about the stag. If I was trying to do an awful bit of Radio 3 one-upmanship, I would now scan in the entry in my copy of Nicholas Roscarrock's Lives of the Saints: Devon and Cornwall, but four pages of Tudor spelling would go unread.
Roscarrock tells how Petrock went to Padstow:
wher findeing reapers destitute of water he to possesse ther good opinions (the rather therby to winne ther soules) raysed with his prayers a well out of a rocke which he stroke with his staffe.
Bede would only repeat an old chestnut like that after critical review on his part. He is regarded by historians as a conscientious and reliable source.
Marbs - do PM if you want any ecclesiastical elucidations.
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