My non-murdering grandfather spent over 20 years
writing a 3-volume complete annotated assessment of poems attributed to Burns. It's still in print and regarded as pretty much the authority on the subject to this day:

www.amazon.ca/Poems-Songs-Robert-Burns/dp/0192811142

I clicked on his name for other stuff he did and was horrified:

www.amazon.ca/exec/obidos/search-handle-url?_encoding=UTF8&search-type=ss&index=books-ca&field-author=James%20Kinsley

There's fucking LOADS of it. No wonder I've a sickening sense of underachievement...
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 9:23, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Nice one
He set the bar pretty high, I wouldn't worry too much about surpassing it. Goes a way to explaining the latent grammar Nazi within though.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 9:27, Reply)

38 results on Amazon when you've been dead since 1984
is frankly terrifying.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 9:30, Reply)

Yeah, but you have posted 194 stories on B3ta
and I bet more people have read them.

Chin up.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 9:44, Reply)

Hahaha - excellent point, dear boy.
One of them concerned crapping on my brother's bedside rug, too - I don't see THAT in the Oxford Book of fucking Ballads.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 9:45, Reply)

That's the spirit
If I had to meet my ancestors achievments, I would have to be blown up by a V1.

I think I'll set my own goals thanks.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 9:49, Reply)

And...
...I bet he knew fuck all about psychedelia.

Get over him, the big show-off twat.
(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 10:05, Reply)

I'm pretty certain he knew absolutely fuck all about it.
He was very much involved in traditional folk singing though, the big bender.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 10:08, Reply)

Morris dancing too?

(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 10:16, Reply)

I imagine that as an English tradition he frowned upon it
He was also a big fat fucker who looked like Father Christmas so I imagine that might rather have curtailed any potential dancing antics.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 10:24, Reply)

Nothing to get over
I never knew the old bastard. I am certain he knew nothing about psychedelia, he died in 1945. They shot hippies then.
( Bartleby A dead man on vacation, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 10:13, Reply)

And rightly so...

(Tugnut Ex of this parish, Wed 20 Jan 2010, 10:16, Reply)