Muffin or Barm

citykev28 said:
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft c**t.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
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Stagecoach wasnt formed until 1980 so i call bullshit. Muffin
 
nelsons willie said:
citykev28 said:
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft c**t.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
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Stagecoach wasnt formed until 1980 so i call bullshit. Muffin
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Televisions weren't commonplace in 1949 but George Orwell knew his onions. Barm.
 
citykev28 said:
nelsons willie said:
citykev28 said:
"Wearing his best black trousers and his hair slicked back, Simon Janaway alighted the bus on the corner near the bridge. The driver had been a little grumpy but he'd forgotten almost as soon as his front foot hit the pavement. Nothing was going to ruin his sense of excitement tonight. It was disco night and he knew she'd be there.
His bus ride had hardly been a barrel of laughs. Cider Brian had delayed the journey by getting on at Salford Precinct and arguing with the driver. Maybe that was what put the dark cloud over the Stagecoach employee. The 67 service from Cadishead to Piccadilly had brought him to his favourite event of the week so many times and each week brought a new chapter to the book he had half written in his mind's eye.
Not wanting to get settled after work, Simon had skipped tea much to his mother's ire. He always carried enough change on a Friday for his bus fair and a bite to eat. The first mouthful always burnt his mouth and, laughing through the bread, he vowed to remember not to fall for the same thing yet again the next week.
It was then that they came into view. Dave Murray, Stu Booth, Rick Woods and the two others whose names he wasn't yet familiar with. They'd never bothered Simon but he was sure they'd roughed up his friend Lee Saville a month back.
'Give us a bite' yelled Murray as they approached. Simon tried to be casual and calmly answered 'Evening lads' in the faint hope they were pulling his leg.
'What have you got there?' enquired Stu Booth, 'Give us a bit.'
'Give over lads,' Simon jested 'I've not had any tea and this chip muffin is all I'll have tonight.'
'Fucking chip muffin? Are you a Yank or a bastard woollyback? If we were the aggressive types, you'd be on the end of a good shoeing for talking bollocks you soft c**t.' barked Booth.

Simon was surprised that they'd walked on. He was always afraid of the boys from the catholic school despite his age advantage. He glanced around to make sure no-one had spotted his arrival on Deansgate, quickly crossed the road and checked the bus timetable for the next 67 to Cadishead. He hoped it'd be here soon because in the autumn cold, his piss stained trousers would soon start chaffing the inside of his legs again.

Except from "The Goat and the Rat" - 1977.
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Stagecoach wasnt formed until 1980 so i call bullshit. Muffin
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Televisions weren't commonplace in 1949 but George Orwell knew his onions. Barm.
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But quite soon the train drew away into open country, and that seemed strange, almost as strange as someone calling a muffin a barm. Road to wigan pier George Orwell
 
Eric Arthur Blair, known by his pen name George Orwell, was an English novelist, essayist, journalist and critic and knew nothing about bread.

Born: June 25, 1903, Motihari, India
Died: January 21, 1950, London.

Only went to Wigan to live with pie eaters. Down and out in Wigan.


MUFFIN
 
shadygiz said:
nimrod said:
shadygiz said:
yup, i'm in the heart of muffin country ;p
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as you drive along ashton new (or old) road towards m/cr where does it change from muffin to barm ?
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as a guess, i would say droylsden or gorton....but i reckon the chippies still say chip muffin on the menu boards ;)
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Ex Gortonian here....always MUFFIN
 
a very good question that needs resolving,for evidence I searched the oldest book I could find,it was a long and fruitless search until I came upon this chapter.

and lo jesus did say "them heathen fukwits that doth say muffin shall be cast into the depths of hell and their testicles poked with sharp sticks.
sauce I hear people say well here it is.


11.3.5 The Breaking of Barmcake

The barm represents Christ's body which was offered on the cross, and the wine his blood (1 Cor. 11:23-27). The early believers appear to have kept this service frequently (Acts 2:42,46), probably once a week (Acts 20:7). If we truly love Christ, we will obey his commands (John 15:11-14). If we have a true personal relationship with him, we will desire to remember his sacrifice as he has asked, and thereby encourage ourselves at the remembrance of that great salvation which he achieved. A period of quiet reflection upon his sufferings on the cross will make our own trials pale into insignificance when compared with those of our Lord.

The breaking of barm is fundamentally a service of remembrance; nothing magical happens as a result of doing it. It is the equivalent of the Passover feast under the law of Moses (Luke 22:15; 1 Cor. 5:7,8). This was a means of remembering the great deliverance from Egypt which God wrought through Moses at the Red Sea. The breaking of barm service takes us back to our salvation from sin through Christ, which was made possible on the cross and to which we became related by baptism. Keeping this commandment should therefore be something which we naturally want to do.

Physically taking the barm and wine makes the love of Christ for us, and indeed all the things concerning our salvation, come so real once again. Breaking barm about once a week is therefore a sign of a healthy spiritual state. If one cannot do it with fellow-believers of the Truth, it should be done alone. No excuse should be allowed to stop us keeping this commandment. We should make every effort to keep a supply of barm and wine with us for the service, although in extreme circumstances even a lack of these should not prevent us from remembering Christ in the appointed way as best we can. Jesus used "the fruit of the vine" (Luke 22:18), and we should therefore use red grape wine.

To take the emblems of Christ's sufferings and sacrifice is the highest honour which a man or woman could have. To partake of them with improper attention to what they represent is nigh on blasphemy, seeing that "as often as ye eat this barm, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord's death...Wherefore whosoever shall eat this barm, and drink this cup of the Lord, unworthily, shall be guilty of the body and blood of the Lord" (1 Cor. 11:26,27). A breaking of barm service should therefore be held at a time and place where there will not be distractions and interruptions to one's flow of thought. This may involve doing it early in the morning or late at night, in a bedroom or other suitable place. We are further advised, "Let a man examine himself, and so (in that humble spirit of self-examination) let him eat of that barm, and drink of that cup" (1 Cor. 11:28). We should therefore fix our minds on Christ's sacrifice, perhaps by glancing through the Gospel records of his crucifixion, before we take the emblems. By doing so properly, we will inevitably examine our own conscience towards Christ, too.
and lo jesus did say

so there you have it.barm/barmcake,and anybody who says different may you testicles hurt for ever in the depths of hell
 
Peace Frog, your selfless searching of vast tomes of literature to uncover the one truth shall not go unrewarded. You shall be awarded the OBE (Order of the Barm Empire) for your act of extreme heroics when faced with a fantatical enemy who's sole stated aim is to bring about the complete destruction of the Barm Empire through a combination of spreading of mistruths of the name of the righteous bread product of these great lands and condemning an entire generation to obesity by having them consume chips in a cake (referred to as a muffin).

We are forever in your debt. History shall judge thee well.

Arise Sir Peace Frog.
 
metalblue said:
mancityvstoke said:
proper barmy.....



MUFFIN
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Heathen, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your bed.
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No camels in M9 mate................only muffins.

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MUFFINS since the 1800's at least.....


The rhyme is first recorded in a British manuscript of around 1820 preserved in the Bodleian Library with lyrics very similar to those used today:

Do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man, the muffin man.
Do you know the muffin man
Who lives on Drury Lane?
Victorian households had many of their fresh foods delivered; muffins would be delivered door-to-door by a muffin man.

The "muffin" in question was the bread product known in the U.S.A. as English muffins, not the much sweeter cupcake-shaped American variety. Drury Lane is a thoroughfare bordering Covent Garden in London.

The rhyme and game appear to have spread to other countries in the mid-nineteenth century, particularly the USA and the Netherlands.

As with many traditional songs, there are regional variations in wording. Another popular version substitutes "Dorset Lane" for Drury Lane.
 
mancityvstoke said:
metalblue said:
mancityvstoke said:
proper barmy.....



MUFFIN
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Heathen, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your bed.
Click to expand...

No camels in M9 mate................only muffins.

al3nsg.jpg


MUFFINS since the 1800's at least.....


The rhyme is first recorded in a British manuscript of around 1820 preserved in the Bodleian Library with lyrics very similar to those used today:

Do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man, the muffin man.
Do you know the muffin man
Who lives on Drury Lane?
Victorian households had many of their fresh foods delivered; muffins would be delivered door-to-door by a muffin man.

The "muffin" in question was the bread product known in the U.S.A. as English muffins, not the much sweeter cupcake-shaped American variety. Drury Lane is a thoroughfare bordering Covent Garden in London.

The rhyme and game appear to have spread to other countries in the mid-nineteenth century, particularly the USA and the Netherlands.

As with many traditional songs, there are regional variations in wording. Another popular version substitutes "Dorset Lane" for Drury Lane.
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end of thread
 
metalblue said:
Peace Frog, your selfless searching of vast tomes of literature to uncover the one truth shall not go unrewarded. You shall be awarded the OBE (Order of the Barm Empire) for your act of extreme heroics when faced with a fantatical enemy who's sole stated aim is to bring about the complete destruction of the Barm Empire through a combination of spreading of mistruths of the name of the righteous bread product of these great lands and condemning an entire generation to obesity by having them consume chips in a cake (referred to as a muffin).

We are forever in your debt. History shall judge thee well.

Arise Sir Peace Frog.
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Seconded.

And when he says "chips", he doesn't mean fucking chocolate ones.
 
mancityvstoke said:
metalblue said:
mancityvstoke said:
proper barmy.....



MUFFIN
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Heathen, may the fleas of a thousand camels infest your bed.
Click to expand...

No camels in M9 mate................only muffins.

al3nsg.jpg


MUFFINS since the 1800's at least.....


The rhyme is first recorded in a British manuscript of around 1820 preserved in the Bodleian Library with lyrics very similar to those used today:

Do you know the muffin man?
The muffin man, the muffin man.
Do you know the muffin man
Who lives on Drury Lane?
Victorian households had many of their fresh foods delivered; muffins would be delivered door-to-door by a muffin man.

The "muffin" in question was the bread product known in the U.S.A. as English muffins, not the much sweeter cupcake-shaped American variety. Drury Lane is a thoroughfare bordering Covent Garden in London.The rhyme and game appear to have spread to other countries in the mid-nineteenth century, particularly the USA and the Netherlands.

As with many traditional songs, there are regional variations in wording. Another popular version substitutes "Dorset Lane" for Drury Lane.
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London? Nuff said.
 
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