Makes Sense When You Think About It
By NelsonThanks to Jen for this comment from a Times article about an extinct species of giant snake.
perhaps the childish game ‘snakes & ladders’ is actually a vestigial trace of what was once basic human survival training ? i remember being shocked as an 7 year old learning the true significance of the words to ‘ring-a-ring-of-roses’…….
Simon H, Anglesea, Australia
It’s highly likely. That same basic safety training is the origin of many wonderful games like “Tigers, Knives and Cholera” and old songs like O’Carolan’s “Planxty Don’t Cram Brittle Stuff Up Your Poopflue”.
I also found this one which I like because it’s nice to see someone so uncynically overcome with enthusiasm for Very Big Snakes.
Cor!
Fred, Bristol, UK
18 Responses to “Makes Sense When You Think About It”
The hunt for a 58 million-year-old fossilised ladder continues, in order to confirm Simon H’s hypothesis.
From the Daily Heil comments:
Dick.
O’Carolan knew someone called Don’t Cram Brittle Stuff Up Your Poopflue? Crazy Irish.
I love you Fred, Bristol.
At the opposite end of the spectrum from Fred, Bristol, more Daily Mail ramblings about fat snakes:
I see that Richard from Worcester has a firm grasp on the science behind the global climate, both prehistoric and present day.
I see Simon H from Australia still believes the complete myth that “Ring o’ Ring o’ Roses” is to do with the plague. Which it isn’t. Not least because the tune was invented four hundred years too late to save anyone from an agonising bubonic death.
Sorry not to have said anything funny…
Is he saying that our ancesters survived by climbing up ancient ladder and sliding down the backs of giant snakes? And made a board game to teach people?
Sounds like the Flinstones.
wow; reading through some of these posts, I think I may have died a little inside. How do these people get to the age where they can form words around their meaningless drivel without being killed in some hideous way, maybe forgetting to breathe? Oh dear…my head hurts, I think I’m going to lie down now.
relax; i’ll just get baked.
Although Fred, Bristol, managed to bring a smile to my scowling deathmask of a face with his simple enjoyment of the things he has been shown…it must be great to be stupid sometimes.
Nah, he knew someone called Planxty.. as made famous in his pissed-up smash-hit, “Planxty Planxty”
How many actual commenters are there on this thread?
One.
I saw a hippo in a museum once. And then it dawned on me:
Hungry Hungry Hippos is actually a vestigial trace of what was once basic hippo survival training.
I think it might have been a vestigial trace of this one ton snake which tragically wiped out all the little birds in my local area. How tragic… if I’m right.
Monopoly is clearly a racial memory of a time in the far past when we could afford mortgages and hotel rooms.
Maybe its just me but snakes and ladders always serves as a vestigial reminder of the time amanda donohoe bit off my penis in a jacuzzi
I quite like Carolan’s “Planxty Don’t fucking catch smallpox it can make you blind and then 400 years later your repertoire only gets played by fat women who dress up as witches”.