Forget Milli Vanilli...there's now, officially, someone else to blame for London's wet weather: St. Swithun!
St. Swithin (or more properly, Swithun) was a Saxon Bishop of Winchester and legend says that as he lay on his deathbed, he asked to be buried out of doors, where he would be trodden on and rained on. For nine years, his wishes were followed, but then, the monks of Winchester attempted to remove his remains to a splendid shrine inside the cathedral on 15 July 971. According to legend there was a heavy rain storm either during the ceremony or on its anniversary.
Wow! That clears up a lot! I'm just left wondering, what kind of crappy Saint is that? Seems to me that the connection with rotten weather would be more likely attached to a sinner! Where's birds singing or nun's flying? Instead you get an Ark worthy bounty of rain? No wonder folks here lean to the Protestant's!
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That is a pretty crappy saint. Though maybe not as crappily named as St. Horrid. Then again, I think Philip Ardagh just made that one up for the Eddie Dickens stories.
It's raining in MI, too. So even if the guy is a crappy saint, his powers are far flung.
Should have been St. Seattle! That would have explained alot!
Ha!
Maybe Seattle is Native American for Swithin.
At least we needed the rain here. It's been dryyyyyyyyy. Crispy grass is not so much fun to walk or lie on. :-P
Yes, rain in Seattle is horrible. It rains all the fucking time here. If you're afraid of a few raindrops, stay away.
It's funny, growing up with rain didn't bother me- prepped me for London! But now, living in a warmer climate, it's hard to imagine ever living back in the rain full-time.
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