12 thoughts on “It’s Bertram please, in these isles”
Simon Neale
Any name will do, providing it gives a sense of drama and foreboding and creates work for someone picking it out of a book. Here, we’ve just got through chilly calm grey spell Alphonse.
Ottokring
Could be Albert.
It is bloody cold where I am on the South Coast but there is actually no ‘weather’. It is a windless slightly cloudy day.
John B
Weren’t we assured in 20 years ago there would be no more snow within a few years?
dearieme
We had a sprinkling of snow on our patio overnight. The last third of November: who can remember such a calamity before? It must be global boiling. Et bloody cetera.
Presumably the knicker-wetters at the Gruaniad are prophesying the end times.
dearieme
“Stormbert” sounds like one of those amusing made-up American names. I look forward to Stormwilf.
bloke in spain
It is bloody cold where I am on the South Coast
I received a somewhat bemused video from a Brasilian correspondent in Sussex, couple of days ago. She’d never seen snow before.
Bloke in North Dorset
When I was young I knew a Norbert. I also worked with an Austrian Norbert in Vienna who was immediately nicknamed Nobby by one of my English colleagues, much to the bemusement of the Austrian team.
So these environmentalists, who have been endlessly lecturing us on how meat eating results in cow farts causing global warming & we must all become vegans, are now going to populate the country with hereto extinct cattle pumping out methane from their arses like nobody’s business. You really couldn’t make it up, could you?
dearieme
As I’ve said before I used to walk across pasture to get to school unless the ground was too muddy. It’s OK with Ayrshires – lovely beasts.
With Longhorns? With Pseudo-Aurochs? I’m not so sure.
I have been told repeatedly that Highland Kye are sweeties too. Zat right?
Chris Miller
I knew a proper Lancashire Norbert. He was the gaffer at the concrete works – one day (early 70s) the digger driver wasn’t paying attention and dropped the bucket on his head. He was stunned for a few seconds, but then refused to go to hospital for a checkup: “Nay lad, ah’m all reet!”
Also Norbert Dentresangle (France’s answer to Eddie Stobart), presumably of Norman descent.
john77
@ Ottokring
But Albert starts with an ‘A’ and the storm-naming system has a sequence with initial letters in alphabetical order so thar’s not acceptable as it would be two’A’s in succession
Simon Neale
dearieme:
The only contact I have had with Highland cattle was in Bishop’s Waltham, Hampshire. They were indeed very placid and mild, but they were a long way off their native turf.
I was a dairy herdsman for a year when I lived on a kibbutz. The Friesians there were a mixture of stolidly aloof and delightfully friendly. I used to have my afternoon nap with one curled around me like an armchair while it chewed the cud. But I was told that they were mild mannered because kept in barns. The European versions, I was warned, were likely to use horn and hoof much more readily.
Any name will do, providing it gives a sense of drama and foreboding and creates work for someone picking it out of a book. Here, we’ve just got through chilly calm grey spell Alphonse.
Could be Albert.
It is bloody cold where I am on the South Coast but there is actually no ‘weather’. It is a windless slightly cloudy day.
Weren’t we assured in 20 years ago there would be no more snow within a few years?
We had a sprinkling of snow on our patio overnight. The last third of November: who can remember such a calamity before? It must be global boiling. Et bloody cetera.
Presumably the knicker-wetters at the Gruaniad are prophesying the end times.
“Stormbert” sounds like one of those amusing made-up American names. I look forward to Stormwilf.
It is bloody cold where I am on the South Coast
I received a somewhat bemused video from a Brasilian correspondent in Sussex, couple of days ago. She’d never seen snow before.
When I was young I knew a Norbert. I also worked with an Austrian Norbert in Vienna who was immediately nicknamed Nobby by one of my English colleagues, much to the bemusement of the Austrian team.
OT but climate related. I do find this amusing:https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2024/11/21/rewilding-extinct-animals-britain-aurochs-bison-lynx-beaver/
So these environmentalists, who have been endlessly lecturing us on how meat eating results in cow farts causing global warming & we must all become vegans, are now going to populate the country with hereto extinct cattle pumping out methane from their arses like nobody’s business. You really couldn’t make it up, could you?
As I’ve said before I used to walk across pasture to get to school unless the ground was too muddy. It’s OK with Ayrshires – lovely beasts.
With Longhorns? With Pseudo-Aurochs? I’m not so sure.
I have been told repeatedly that Highland Kye are sweeties too. Zat right?
I knew a proper Lancashire Norbert. He was the gaffer at the concrete works – one day (early 70s) the digger driver wasn’t paying attention and dropped the bucket on his head. He was stunned for a few seconds, but then refused to go to hospital for a checkup: “Nay lad, ah’m all reet!”
Also Norbert Dentresangle (France’s answer to Eddie Stobart), presumably of Norman descent.
@ Ottokring
But Albert starts with an ‘A’ and the storm-naming system has a sequence with initial letters in alphabetical order so thar’s not acceptable as it would be two’A’s in succession
dearieme:
The only contact I have had with Highland cattle was in Bishop’s Waltham, Hampshire. They were indeed very placid and mild, but they were a long way off their native turf.
I was a dairy herdsman for a year when I lived on a kibbutz. The Friesians there were a mixture of stolidly aloof and delightfully friendly. I used to have my afternoon nap with one curled around me like an armchair while it chewed the cud. But I was told that they were mild mannered because kept in barns. The European versions, I was warned, were likely to use horn and hoof much more readily.