Gordon Bilsborough does not exist. He is a figment of the fervent imagination. Gordon is said to arrive once every blue moon and frightens little ones by sticking his neck into places he is not welcome, like the P trap on a WC. The whole fairy tale is an offence to the good name and history of the Scillonian People. It is time the myth of a Gordon is cleansed forthwith from ancient traditions that only serve to promote animosity and misunderstanding.
I am sorry to have upset your world of Myth (or even Mythess). But, in checking into the Celtic Vision, I see that the beast has been drawn from the Dwarfs of the Nibelungen, and drops a little gift down the chimney. Unfortunately he does not wrap it, and it is best flushed away quickly. The Giant Odin cursed this Miserable Wretch with the Power to steal riches from the Needy. He repeats endlessly the same old pathetic bleating sound, with the result that only sheep listen. One Ming to Rule them All.... No self respecting Reindeer would be seen hitched to a Sleigh-em-all in such circumstances. When the tide falls into the sunset, the Gordon has been believed to turn into an Orc and speaks snaga, it is equally unintelligible as the other speech that emanates from the other orifice he uses.
I could equally ramble on about the myth of the Godolphins and all the other great history of the Isles of Scilly, it does not change facts. As I have said in the thread ... infantile playground games.
I see the Cornishman published on Thursday last the Cornwall Council Planners who voted for progressing with Option A. I note they were all without exception Conservatives! Fancy that!
Scillonian tipped for major part in the film, The Boggit. Gordon Bubo, There on Rat Island, behind the great mass of granite that is Land of Myth, in a cave sits alone The Boggit. He has been quietly musing and weaving his words preparing for his perilous journey from the Shire, across the Swirling Mists of Lyonesse, carried by the Faery that is made of metal, into the depths of the Cracks in Time; he is fearful of his fate, as he hears tell that Penzance is guarded by the evil Saruman and his spawn; all the while The Gordon clutches his pasty, uttering adoration 'My Precious, Smeagol loves his precious' .... meanwhile Orcs prepare for battle .....
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