Sporting history

•June 28, 2017 • 6 Comments

some of you, I’m sure, are aware of the ancient and noble British sport of welly wanging, wherein burly macho types, schoolboys, and amply bosomed farmers wives compete to see who can hurl a Wellington boot the furthest. Most assume this sport to have been invented in the time of the eponymous duke of Wellington.

you would, however, be quite quite wrong.

Those who bemoan the current rise of namby-pamby health and safety culture are probably unaware that this phenomenon first raised its irritating head at the time of the iron duke himself, and that he was in fact it’s perpetrator.

You see, for many centuries, millennia even, the favourite sport of the English nation was dragon wanging, with each shire having its own indidual style, favoured type of dragon to wang, and devoted followers. Many would be the hours spent in village ale houses across the land discussing the finer aspects of form and scoring.

Such was the fervour for this sport that bored soldier on the peninsular campaign whiled away the hours with friendly bouts of dragon wanging – a certain Mr sharpe was said to be very good at it. Unfortunately, the wanging of wyrms is not exactly a quiet sport, and on frequent occasions the enemy were alerted to the British position by enthusiastic cheers and the screams of badly burnt spectators. The duke bore this quite cheerfully, having been known to indulge himself upon occasion, but drew the line when a badly aimed dragon accidentally blew up his entire supply of gunpowder. Thence forth he insisted that his men practice with old boots instead of dragons.

due to widespread enthusiasm for the national sport, dragons had become hard to find by that point, not to mention very expensive to purchase at jjb sports, so the old boot idea quickly gained popularity with poorly paid soldiers, who took the new ideas home with them on thier return from war.

here, however, we see an image from the golden days of the sport. Depicted is Alfred higginbotham, 1393 all Yorkshire champion, during his record breaking dragon wanging bout wherein he lobbed a wyrm all the way from ilkley moor to Lancaster town centre, causing Lancaster marketplace to burn down.

The cheering lasted for days. Much old peculiar was drunk. Several sheep were distressingly violated and had to receive extensive counselling.

Alfred became so famous he spent his remaining days touring the country giving exhibitions to his adoring fans.

~ahem~ it’s all true, honest. Would I make this shite up?

a few more twiddly bits finished this section

And im on to the very exciting final roll

whirly dragon

•June 27, 2017 • 4 Comments

I’ve been really bad about posting, I meant to post yesterday and just forgot. Now I have three luttrell posts backed up and I just keep forgetting because I’m obsessing over finishing it rather than actually blogging about it – soooo close now, working on the final two creatures!

In other news, my family came for dinner yesterday and Trouble was a complete tart, he even managed to charm my dad, who is normally indifferent to cats. Luckily we locked him out of the dining room because last night he went mental for the remains of the venison pie and tried to start a fight with Gareth whilst Gareth tried to eat pie for dinner. Branston did his usual thing of looking extremely handsome then brutally attacking my stepdad whenever he went goey over the handsomeness – I would say Branston is a bad cat, but to be honest it’s not like Peter ever learns not to touch the grumpy bugger!

Oh, and I got five tickets (one adult and four pensioners) tickets to take my assorted parents to see Ian Anderson’s Christmas concert at Durham Cathedral, so I’m very excited.

And branston continues to set a stellar example of dignified behaviour, poise and elegance for the kitten…

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Starfish

•June 22, 2017 • 6 Comments

and some text

And we are ready for another roll along!

Plus, the worlds least dignified ( and scruffiest) cat

Who is currently having a big sulk because the kitten pounced him.

Tiamat

•June 16, 2017 • 6 Comments

AT least I think Tiamat was the three headed one?

I must admit I’ve been a bit slow posting and have built up a backlog of photos from this project, so I’m starting to get a bit confused as to what I’ve posted and what I haven’t. It doesn’t help that the cold I’ve had since Tuesday has turned my brain to porridge – I went out for the first time in three days just now, almost walked out of Boyes without paying for the pins I had in my hand, and then almost walked under a bus. I’m not at my cleverest right now!

Watlington

•June 15, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Some replicas of items from the Watlington hoard, made for the ashmolean. Photo courtesy of Sarah Doherty, because I forgot to take one before handing them over.

it was very weird setting out to make part of a torc, rather than a whole one…

A cautionary tail

•June 14, 2017 • 4 Comments

Because this is what happens when you fail to properly read the assembly instructions on your ikea flat pack dragon…

a bit feather brained?

 

Little Dragons

•June 8, 2017 • 11 Comments

I’ve been trying to clean up my workshop and finish some UFOs, Including these six little silver dragon pendants, whose purpose, sadly, is long passed.

They’re based on an Anglo-Saxon book mount. There is one with an eye missing – this happens sometimes with granulation work when one of the beads just doesn’t stick (just look at archaeological jewellery), I could fix him, but I’m keeping him just the way he is because he’s definitely the cutest and he’s mine.

I don’t have a use for these three though. So since I don’t do patreon, or have one of those annoying windows that pops up asking for money every time you try to read something *stares hard at frockflicks*, I thought I’d leave this picture here, and say that if anyone would like to buy me a birthday present, then they’re thirty five pounds (including uk post, anywhere else will be a bit extra). They’re hallmarked sterling silver, and quite chunky.