I fookin love turnips me.. yum!
thats the great sport of eating as many mangolds as you can!the winner is the one with the biggest pile of 'hurled up' mangoldsDarrenW said:In the battle for Ultimate Root Vegetable, which would win in a fight?
Parsnip or Turnip?
Turnip or Parsnip?
Also, WHAT THE F is "mangold hurling"?!
Baldrick: Yes, it is, My Lord.
Edmund: Then what is so funny?
Percy: Well, My Lord, while Baldrick and I were preparing the Turnip Surprise, >we< had a surprise -- we came across a turnip that was exactly the same shape...as a thingy!
[Percy and Baldrick laugh.]
Edmund: [not amused] ...a thingy...
Baldrick: ...a great big thingy! It was terrific.
Edmund: Size is no guarantee of quality, Baldrick. Most horses are very well endowed, but that does not necessarily make them sensitive lovers. I trust you have removed this hilarious item...?
Baldrick: Oh, yes, yes, My Lord.
Edmund: Good, because there's nothing more likely to stop an inheritance than a thingy-shaped turnip.
Percy: Absolutely, Edmund. ...but it was jolly funny! [laughs more]
Edmund: Yes, yes, yes...
Baldrick: I found it particularly ironic, My Lord, because I've got a thingy that's shaped like a turnip!
Edmund: Yes, all right...
Baldrick: I'm quite [?] at parties...
Edmund: [not interested] are you...
Baldrick: Yeah -- I hide in the vegetable rack and frighten the children.
Edmund: What fun... Perhaps you've forgotten that I'm meant to be having a drinking competition here tonight with Lord Melchett, and ten thousand florins are at stake!
Baldrick: Oh dear...
Edmund: What do you mean?
Baldrick: Well, firstly, you haven't got ten thousand florins; and, thirdly, one drop of the ale and you fall flat on your face and start singing that song about the goblin.
Edmund: That's nonsense. ... ... ... but just in case it's true--
Baldrick: [to Percy] It is true -- I saw it!
Edmund: Yes, all right, all right, it's true, it's true... So, the plan is: When I call for my Incredibly Strong Ale, you must pass me water in an ale bottle. Have you got that?
Baldrick: Yeah -- when you call for ale, I pass water...
Edmund: Percy, your job is to stay here and suck up to my aunt.
Percy: [tries to act suave] Ah, I think you can trust me to know how to handle a woman...
Edmund: Oh god...
Aunt: Wicked child!!! Chairs are an invention of Satan! In our house, Nathaniel sits on a spike!
Edmund: ...and yourself...?
Aunt: I sit on Nathaniel -- two spikes would be an extravagance.
Edmund: Well, quite -- which reminds me, Aunty--
Aunt: [stands up] Don't call me `Aunty'!!! [slaps him twice] `Aunt' is a relative, and relatives are evidence of sex; and sex is hardly a fitting subject for the dinner table. [sits]
Edmund: ...or, indeed, any table...
Percy: ...except, perhaps, a table in a brothel.
Edmund: [kicks Percy off his chair] Oh dear, Percy, it seems you have fallen off your chair...
[Baldrick enters, carrying a plate on which sits the thingy-shaped turnip]
Edmund: Now then, what was I saying? [sees the turnip and speaks without a pause] Oh my god...
Baldrick: [to Aunt] Your turnip, My Lady...
Aunt: [picks up the turnip, holds it in front of her, her eyes wide] Very good! Very good! [bites into it, then points it at Uncle, and speaks to him] You know, Nathaniel, it takes me right back to our wedding night...
[Uncle's eyes open wide, in surprise.]
Aunt: [to Edmund] We had raw turnips that night.,