Sunday, 12 October 2008


Hagrid decided that, today, we would go and visit Mother Shipton's Cave in Knaresborough. The borderline-illiterate signs and museum displays were filled with spookiness and lots of "ooooh... some of her prophecies came true... ooooh" which was thoroughly enjoyable.

Sadly, the Internets tell me that they've been fairly selective, so as to heighten the atmosphere. Here's the big one that wasn't mentioned anywhere:

The world to an end shall come
In eighteen hundred and eighty-one.

FAIL. You really have no idea how disappointed I am.


Daphne said...

Prophecies tend to be really sadly unspecific, like the stars in newspapers. I notice Mother Shipton never gave us any winning lottery numbers. Very thoughtless.

Battybattybats said...

"The world to an end shall come
In eighteen hundred and eighty-one."

But 1881 years? Or did she mean 1881 leap-years? or centuries? or millenia?

There's hope for the old girl yet LOL!

David K said...

I bet someone's world ended in 1881.