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On the Friday morning, a local man is covered from head to ankles in burrs (the sticky flowerheads or seedheads of two species of burdock, Arctium lappa and A. minus) that grow locally. The stickiness of his burry covering means that he has to walk awkwardly, with legs apart and arms held out sideways but he is nevertheless paraded around a seven-mile route through South Queensferry for nine hours or more. He supports his aching arms on waist-high poles decorated with flowers. Two attendants (dressed in normal clothing) guide him through the town and help him through his ordeal. They visit the town's pubs, some factories, and the provost's house, at each of which the Burryman is given a drink of whisky, but because of his sticky facial covering he can only drink through a straw. He is not allowed to speak. By the end of the day he is exhausted.
Tradition holds that he will bring good luck to the town if they give him whisky and money, and that bad luck will result if the custom is discontinued.
Straw Bear (Strawboer) Day is an old English tradition held on the 7th of January.
It is known in a small area of Fenland on the borders of Huntingdonshire and Cambridgeshire,
This day is believed to be traditional start of agricultural year in England.
A man or a boy wears a straw costume covering him from his head to toes.
He goes from house to house where he dances.
As prize for his dancing people give him money, food or beer.
Pearly Kings and Queens, known as pearlies, are an organized charitable tradition of working class culture in London, England. The practice of wearing clothes decorated with pearl buttons originated in the 19th century. It is first associated with Henry Croft, an orphan street sweeper who collected money for charity. In 1911 an organized pearly society was formed in Finchley, north London.
It would be a dream come true (except for the "slapper" part, I much prefer beds, but in any event I've waved good bye to 60, so, maybe not). Oh, I would love to be there. I imagine taking a long walk from village to town, stopping at every pub, getting laughed at for my accent, and listening to the stories. I can't tell you how much I'd like an extended visit there.
ETA: come join the fun... i'll take you somewhere for a nice pint afterwards, somewhere that you can get glassed in the face, and after we fix you up for free i'm sure i could introduce you to some slappers for a threesome in a piss soaked alleyway too
Originally posted by davespanners
reply to post by charles1952
The Lewes fireworks are particularly famous for being supposedly dangerous. People drag flaming barrels through the streets, throw fireworks at eachothers feet and generally play with fire.
I have always wondered how it has escape the men with clipboards and hi vis jackets too. Maybe because it isnt exactly advertised, infact they do their best to tell everyone that isnt local to stay away and close off a lot of the roads and pubs to non localsedit on 1/5/13 by davespanners because: (no reason given)