This is a sequential addition to my most recent post which was a reblog as well. That post has Lord Norton mentioning my name in the post itself this one does not. However this post has a comment in which I interpret the heraldry of the Coat. At the secret level Lord Norton calls Jokes and I call Hieroglyphics. This is a subtle skill that I am proud to possess. I hope you enjoy this. I recopy the comment again here:
Your first name is Hellenic English which of course I rather like. I see no love symbols or horses anywhere. I suppose the other way to go would be “fill” “hip” and indeed two set of hips are indicated but not really displayed and the rest fills between them. The bee might suggest a weather vane if one’s eyes are bad and therefore imply the cardinal directions including North. But I have a dirty mind trained to look for codes and therefore able to see both those that are there and those that are not. Probably none of this is intentional…
August 25, 2010 at 12:08 am
I have decided to lead you further into the world of psycological delusion known as cryptographic over determinism. I will be prepared if you exclude me here after. The wings of the bee are of a colour and design that could suggest an iced vein. The quills in the owls’ beaks are also possible coded icecicles. The streamers are white with snow and ice as they are whipped around — all of this indicates a North wind. If this is true your coat says Fill Hip North On. The on because the crypto wind-vane is on the top.
I have written aposton Lords of the Blog about the death of Sir Peter Gwynn-Jones who until a few months ago was Garter King of Arms and, as such, responsible for agreeing titles and overseeing the introduction of new peers. He was quite a character. I got on quite well with him, despite the fact I failed to invite him to lunch.
Upon introduction, a new peer is entitled to host a lunch for family and friends. It is also quite usual to invite the two peers who act as one’s supporters and I did so with mine, Lords Weatherill and Newton of Braintree. Lord Weatherill was, as he usually was, on good form, regaling my family about his time as a tailor. However, I discovered subsequently that Garter also rather liked (expected?) to be invited to lunch. I consoled myself with the thought that he may have been…
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