Once upon a time this was about Me and The Boy. The it was Me, The Boy, The Cat and The Cat's Mother. And now, I'm not sure who it's about. How life changes when you least expect it!
Monday, 17 November 2008
Nights in White Satin (2)
With my memory slowly returning...I felt compelled to add the school song we sang after the meal. I'm putting it down EXACTLY as it appeared in the programme...so I hope you can see why we all collapsed into giggles half way through:
Floreat Bancroftia,
Floreamus pueri,
Vivat et memoria,
Fundatoris nostril
Nobis in aeternum,
Magni sint honores,
Floreat Bancroftia,
Floreant rectores
The printer doesn't appear to be a latin scholar, but clearly has a nose for business!.
And the photo is simply to show what happens when you let someone who can't speak a language produce something in that language...
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I did latin A level but don't remember the word nostril?
ReplyDeleteWell you sniffed that one out pretty quickly!
ReplyDeleteI'll keep the sign translation a secret for a little longer..
Oh bless! That's lovely! Will remember that one...
ReplyDeleteI shall sing it everytime...and have encouraged the boy to do likewise.
ReplyDeleteTranslation of the Welsh sign is:
"I am not in the office at the moment. Send any work to be translated."