To misquote my dear old mum, decide in haste; repent at leisure. What on earth possessed me to choose the name Gruts?
“What? Did you say grunts?”
“No, gruts: G-R-U-T-S.”
“GRUTS? That’s a strange name.”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
“What does it mean?”
“It doesn’t mean anything*: it’s just a funny word. I wish I’d chosen something else. I seem to spend an awful lot of time spelling it out phonetically for people. It’s from a poem by Ivor Cutler.”
“He was a Scotch gentleman, but it’s really not that important.”
“What, there’s a poem called Gruts?”
“Well, Gruts for Tea, actually… And it’s not really a poem; it’s more of a monologue.”
“How does it go?”
“A bit like this…”
It would appear that the word gruts is not quite as meaningless as I once believed: not only have I received an e-mail from a woman in Holland named Ms Grut (who wondered if we might be related), but I also came across the following definition on a website that isn't there any more:
GRUTS. Groats: hulled, or hulled and crushed, grain, usually oats but sometimes wheat, barley or maize. (Glasse, 1747)
…And, more recently, I’ve been informed that gruts is Kiwi slang for underpants.
…And Charles Darwin temporarily employed a governess for his children called Miss Grut.
…Oh, and it's also Latvian for ‘rigid’.
See http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-17337689; could there be a connection with "gruit"?
Quite possibly. It turns out that the word gruts means quite a lot of different things to different people - none of them particularly complimentary.
I need to find the text to
old cups of tea
thank you in advance....
note that the bbc is currently replaying all segments of
The cheque's in the post.
In the US, there are 'grits'. Coarsely ground and boiled maize kernels.. Sounds about as appetising as the innards of the gizzard left inadvertently in a supermarket chicken and only discovered (by its pungency) after roasting. Which is to say, not appetising at all. As opposed to what Wodehouse has to say on the Haggis, which strangely makes me want to eat all the more. (I think he had a secret liking for the secret, black and midnight haggis). As opposed to the chicken scenario, which requires a stronger stomach than that used to contain said haggis.
"Scotch" gentleman? He was made of whiskey? What an ignoramus you are.
I say it to wind-up the Scotch. But, as any Scotchman will tell you, Scotch whisky doesn't have an ‘e’. So it looks as if it's ignoramuses all round.
Not according to my Concise OED.
But would you really find groats (or grits) along with leaves and bark in the High Wood? And why on earth would they poison the dog? I think the nonsense theory is a lot more plausible.
Of course, there might be herbs/gruits that could be poisonous to dogs. (I tried a Dutch gruit beer a couple of years ago. Tasted a bit like cough drops. Having that kind of stuff fried in butter every day for three years would be pretty revolting.)
Starting in the late 60s, my sister and I started to collect the entire Ordinance Survey 1" map collection more or less at random whenever I could afford it. I well recall the exitement when we discovered a little hamlet (Or something) on the southern end of an island off the west coast of Scotland, which revelled in the name of 'Gruts'.
Danged if I can find a thing about it on this interweb thingie, and the 1" series are long gone. I'm guessing Gruts is probably long gone as well.
Curses, I say.
You might be thinking of Grutness on the southern tip of Shetland.
I wish it was that (I want to buy that big house 'cos, well, it's big and it's in Grutness, which is an address I'd love to have, besides it's by an RAF base, and what could possibly be bad about that?), however, Gruts wasn't by the sea, it was down south of the island, but still landbound (Is that a word? Do I care?). Some of the Scotch maps were printed on cloth and turned out to predate the paper versions so if Gruts was on one of those it would really have been a bit ancient.
Don't know why, but for some reason I seem to remember the island as being 'Egg' with 'Eigg' in brackets, but bearing in mind that whatever's in my head is wired differently to most people's that may have nothing to do with it.
I'm clearing my mum's house at the moment. That map's gotta be here somewhere...
I am puzzled by this. I distinctly remember a short piece on the wireless in the 1950s entitled 'Gruts for Tea.' As I recall, it was told by a boy who was glad to come home and find that there were gruts for tea. It is not inconceivable that my memory may be at fault. I remember at least one letter (in the Radio Times?) from someone who found it silly, but I really enjoyed it.
As Richard Carter and the Inglash Twot undoubtedly know, Gruts for Tea in only one of Ivor Cutler's great compositions. There's also Life in a Scotch Sitting Room.
…not to forget Dad’s Lapse.
Im suprised it wasnt deep fried like everything else in scatland bunch of cave dwelling ginger nut skurt wearing doughballs.
Ivor Cutler was my music teacher at primary school at Fox school in the mid 1960s. Gruts was a real thing for him, he told us he was raised on them. He also taught us to sing what he said was the Siamese national anthem, to the tune of 'God save the Queen'. The words were 'O wota na siam'. Imagine our surprise when out parents told us what were really singing...
Mike25x, you are truly blessed.
Then I'm really blessed too, he was my music and movement teacher at Fox too. You never knew what you were in for. Several of us were goig to perform in some stage production he was part of, but it got cancelled. As consolation for the for our disappointment he gave each of us a signed copy of Gruts. Long gone, sadly, I'd treasure it now. In fact, I found this site because I was idly looking for a replacement second hand copy...
"Gröt" is also the Swedish word for porridge, made of groats, flakes, rice or grains with water or milk. It's grød in Danish and grøt in Norwegian. Because of Scandinavian emigration to North America, it's probably more related to American grits than gruts, but maybe there's something in common...?