I first learned about this day when I still worked at the hose factory. I’d spent hours trying to get formulae to work correctly on a spreadsheet I prepared to separate nonaccountable mandrel scrap from accountable scrap. I felt I was near to the answer when the Human Relations Manager showed up at my desk. He was wearing a tricorn hat and slashed the air around me with a toy sword.
“Arrr! It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day!” he said, clearly into the fun of it, but oblivious to the effect of this unwelcome distraction, one that cost me a few hours progress on resolving my spreadsheet challenge. “You have to talk like a pirate all day.”
Disgusted, disturbed, delayed, but not yet defeated, I felt an urge that would imperil my future. I mumbled something in “pirate-ese”, but thought a more specific pirate thought, “[Blank] you, matey! [Blank] you!”
He was the Human Relations Manager afterall.
On a different note, the Scottish independence referendum is complete, with a 55% majority voting to remain a part of the United Kingdom. I still don’t know what I think about the issues, but there appears to be some concessions that give additional autonomy to the Scots and, promised, Northern Ireland, Wales, and England. It’s enough to turn one into a pirate!
Arrrgh. I keep missin’ this day, every yar. I know well ’bout it. It just keeps sneakin’ past me, like a cannonade o’er me broadside.
I mostly miss it, though this year I managed to read somewhere beforehand it was coming up. It may have been more fun before I retired since it took away from doing one’s day work…! Just kidding!
Avast ye, scurvy dogs (and cats!) Woof!
The boy’s reminded me that pirates liked cats aboard because they ate the rats that ate the pirate’s rations! (Of course, I bet your great-great-great-great-etc. grandfather was welcome aboard to…to scare off the King’s navy!)
“chuckling” Looks like you and the boys enjoyed the day.”
Oh, we did! What with our little pirate swords and tricorn hats, the day was a hoot!
Ar ya pickin’ on yer poor kitty ya bloody thief?
Nae, the little blood sucker’s preying on me! Arrr!
Arrrrrgghhhh it be, it be!! It be a United Kingdom still (whether it be for good or bad) Arrggghhhh me hearty fluffy cats and fellow pirate. May ye ne’er be struck down with scurvy!
I heard yesterday, on a video, that the source of the pirate accent is Cornwall. Anyway you speak it well. I feel like a scurvy slacker, with no claim to the trade of piracy.
Of course, there is some defensiveness about that!
The well known pirate accent is indeed Cornwall, where I frequent often, it is a beautiful place, and they even have a day every year where everyone who fancies it dress up as Pirates and go to a festival. It is a huge amount of fun *smiles. But no fear, anyone can be a pirate, the rules are really slack, so you can happily be one of the crew!
I’m scandalized, of course, because I am a stuffy old fart in many ways…! (My rich vocabulary of sailor’s maledicta helps mitigate the tediousness of having, as they say, a cob up my bum.)
You can get ointment for that. 😛
So I understand! Yar!
Oi drank me lemonade yisterdie, thank ye! No scurvy for me!