Great British Architecture

[wodewose]

the famous crooked spire of Chesterfield cathedral




St Mary`s church, clophill,bedfordshire..famous for "dark magick" rites


Detail of a gargoyle at woburn Parish church, bedfordshire


 

[wodewose]

now, does this need an introduction???


 

[and_sarah_said]

Has anyone ever seen any rebuillt hill forts?

They are very impressive, but not overly ornate  

[and_sarah_said]

Here are some fine examples of perhaps my favourite, Maiden Castle



 

[wodewose]

Imagine charging up there lugging a shield, a couple of spears and a blade!  

[Satti Kitsune]

http://www.totaltravel.co.uk/photos/flag-fen-bronze-age-centr/ironageroundhouse.jpg
Celtic roundhouse
 

[and_solo_said]

wodewose

Imagine charging up there lugging a shield, a couple of spears and a blade!

from what I recall of a brief visit there, it is hard enough with a lunchbox and a picknic rung  

[Cleocatra]

Well it's not GREAT architecture, but I find it as amusing as the Gerkin.




SILVER ARSE!  

[and_solo_said]

Is it just me, or does the fort look vaguley phallic from this angle?  

[Nebelstern]

Owen, is this a good time to post 'Maiden Raid'? rolleyes  

[and_solo_said]

Nebelstern

Owen, is this a good time to post 'Maiden Raid'? rolleyes

As good a time as it will ever be  

[Cleocatra]

and_solo_said

Is it just me, or does the fort look vaguley phallic from this angle?

In my mind EVERYTHING is a phallic symbol.  

[Nebelstern]

and_solo_said

Nebelstern

Owen, is this a good time to post 'Maiden Raid'? rolleyes

As good a time as it will ever be

I'll let you do the honours... xd  

[and_solo_said]

Cleocatra Osiris

and_solo_said

Is it just me, or does the fort look vaguley phallic from this angle?

In my mind EVERYTHING is a phallic symbol.

Would that explain your choice of hat? rolleyes  

[and_solo_said]

On the subject of Maiden Castle, here is a poem, written jointly by me and Simon, on the subject of its demise (please note that this is entirely fictitious and does not follow the historical events in any way whatsoever)

Maiden Raid

New feuds from fresh feudal dues
And his omniscience for the cessation;
Draped as druids ne�er cater,
That t�will be the day he rues �
Once the spores release their poison,
Of all a wreak, to earth�s foundation!
The sweet toe o� mistle be his waiter;
Danc�d till the light, link�d manly arm,
Draped as softly as affections scintillation
The wreath be only means to end qualms;
For anger rawly unruly stok�d
From their entrails laid across the lawns.
And to his, cruelty cultivates mine
For his, abed of a night, for the frail dawn;
Hath he never nerv�d their meagre earns?
For my aid, I strike flint to the hearth;
His escort so sleek, to his father�s gates,
His now son of smoke shall plague my heart!
As heat of the sun fraily strokes
My countenance; its� radiance radiates �
And with a chastised flickering nay a�stir,
For t�will be my last, o� fine a sir!
Yet his heinous lungs shall set aflare,
From powder�d poison�s deadly slurr;
Just as mine, they langish so fair,
Smother the smoke that clings to th� air;
Nay to besequel there.

And hark! Ye hear them on the stair?
Come to claim my dwelling stare?
Masked by their parlour o�er the shears,
Recounted as fully, the maidens worst fears!
So to the knife I cordially keep;
To gouge a wound so t�will may weep -
Masquerade myself as blood do�st seep
Plung�d to flesh; my Lord! So deep!
My life is taken,
Be ne�er mistaken;
�Tis for the castle
O� th� maiden
O� the savior!

I give my life o�er the dead;
For �twas ne�er my wishes that untimely lead.