Edinburgh Dungeons "bans" English visitors or much ado about nothing
In revenge for slaughter of Scots in the Battle of Falkirk in 1298, the Edinburgh Dungeons yesterday “banned” English tourists from visiting their popular attraction. The English visitors were supposed to be allowed entry only after signing a scroll swearing allegiance to Scotland.
And then came uproar of ‘national discrimination’ over ‘something that happened 700 years ago and people nowadays cannot be responsible for’.
As it turned out, the Edinburgh Dungeons did not ban anyone, instead they asked people to swear their allegiance to William Wallace, whoever refused was then threatened by Wallace-a-like into doing so. Some signed, many refused.
Honestly, why so little people see the positive side of it? It was a laugh, a history lesson made easy, a PR stunt. Cheer up people :D
picture: kbolino
And then came uproar of ‘national discrimination’ over ‘something that happened 700 years ago and people nowadays cannot be responsible for’.
As it turned out, the Edinburgh Dungeons did not ban anyone, instead they asked people to swear their allegiance to William Wallace, whoever refused was then threatened by Wallace-a-like into doing so. Some signed, many refused.
Honestly, why so little people see the positive side of it? It was a laugh, a history lesson made easy, a PR stunt. Cheer up people :D
picture: kbolino
Labels: holiday destination, Scotland, travel gossip, United Kingdom
posted by Your Travel Buddy at
10:30
2 Comments:
sorry i just had to leave a comment, nobody refused to sign, they all laughed and were in good spirit, not one person was turned away and not one person refused. anyhoo, much agreement, twas only fun, wot was the guy on the front door dressed in wallace stuff like:S?
We're burning an effigy of William Wallace on Guy Fawkes night, complete with kilt and bare arse. A rope round his neck will complete the life sized dummy.
I know you'll share the joke - it will be hilarious. We're going to let the kids stab him a few times with a garden fork before we burn him, in joke revenge for butchering young children in remote English farmhouses.
Some Scottish books and fried mars bars will get the fire nicely.
What a lark.
Post a Comment
<< Home