I was stravaiging through the Debateable Land and the wilds of Liddesdale – on paper I should add – and stumbled upon the depredations for May-time of 1584. I see that some of the most notorious riders were a-foot (or a-horse) in these weeks. Perhaps we might have a monthly update: I am sure that Sir Walter would approve of the venture (although not, perhaps, of the reif). It looks as if May was a profitable month. I would especially draw your attention to the individual, who has come down to us with a rather disturbing sobriquet – the infamous Nebless Cleme Croser.
How dull it was to view the unrest on our fair capital’s streets yesterday outside the Canon’s Gait, and how depressing to hear the lack of originality or creativity in the verbal clashes. My own daughter remarked upon the news reportage and began a discussion regarding the language. She suggested ‘damned hawkabite’ as a better riposte. My brows were raised, I have to admit. However, she reminded me about Mr Richard Carpenter’s rather fine Ghosts of Motley Hall and I understood where a girl of twelve had received her education in the insults and gang names of past centuries. This led me, dear reader, to a rather fine edition of Notes & Queries of 1897, where the origin of the word was considered.