Brilliant Vince, I hadn't noticed that about Long John, I guess when I was a kid, I thought everyone said 'By Gum'!

I wouldn't have known what a minced oath was either
'Sweet as a nut' is a phrase, which is associated with South East England, where it is commonly used, and also parodied. That unusual Homeric take is a clip from a children's TV series called 'Horrible Histories' I understand

My first search turned up this ballad to the London town of Romford. I guess most folks have a certain fondness for their 'home town', however unlikely that may seem
Romford Man:
No, further songs followed, and there is no relentance in
Watkinson's Repentence
Watkinson's Repentance
At length this old wolf to repentance is bought,
Who a long time in Sheffield has wandered about,
A large blackguard snatch as of late he has made,
To pull down the prices of the cutlering trade.
Chorus
But he gets well remember'd what a rogue he has been
In extending dozens from twelve to thirteen.
This is full repentance and a lamentable tale,
I had rather been broken and sent to the jail
Than heard such a scandal be sung through the town,
That the name of great Watkinson doth pull prices down.
It is every night that I go to my rest,
My conscience doth constantly pierce thro' my breast,
I seldom can sleep, but I constantly dream
I hear thousands shouting "I will have thirteen"
Once I was walking the street up and down,
The most that pass'd by me spoke with a frown,
Singing "there goes old Watkinson who has lost his brain,
And never must discover his senses again."
One night to the play I happened to go,
But I could not rest long, they troubled me so,
For before in the play-house long time I had been,
The whole gallery shouted "I will have thirteen."
Come all Sheffield masters, take warning by me,
For fear you should share in the same fate you see,
And never attempt poor men's bones for the scrape,
Who daily do labour for all that they do get.
What an outstanding photo of that titanic trio Dwight
Superb Steve
Definitely. I hope that I didn't imply that the cutlers only had to produce a dozen knives, they would have to produce dozens each DAY, but were only paid at the end of the week, of course, less reductions, and any rejected knives cast aside. Reputedly, Wostenholm liked to sit up on a 'throne' as the cutlers presented their knives to him. He would strike each blade on a small anvil, and cast aside any that he didn't like the sound of. A Sheffield cutler I know, half my age, told me that he remembered, as a child, seeing his mother and father, (both of whom I also knew), dragging a large box of knives, up the hill in the snow, on Christmas Eve, to go and get their remuneration, and pay for the following day's lunch. That would have been no earlier than the late 1970's.
A very handsome-looking Lamb David
Very nice Mitch
Thanks David, I need to go back, and correct my typos
Extremely generous
Sorry to hear that Mitch, I hope things even out
You guys want to think yourselves lucky, I have a GEC with an unstamped bolster!
Shhh...you'll start a stampede!
Thank you for bringing this here

How fascinating! Someone really missed having a Lambsfoot!

It looks like they did a really good job before time took its toll. Well done
I hope that you're talking about a knife here Barrett!



There was a subsequent court-case on the issue. With the cutlery gaffers also being the magistrates the outcome is unsurprising, though arguing that a dozen was not a fixed number took a deal of legal chicanery.
Nice to see that book in the library!

It sells quite well over here, despite the constant anti-knife propaganda
Good morning Guardians (had to look at my watch then, to make sure it still was!), I hope everyone is doing well, and that those who are otherwise, are soon better. My cough is worse today I'm afraid, but I'm still no worse than if I had a bad cold, I don't think. January sure has been a long month, and it seems like a long time since I was (barely) in command of Abdhul!

I shall name this knife after him in appreciation of his brief service!

Have a good day Guardians
Hut! Hut!