Friar Tim the Ruttiless

Oft misspelled as "Fryer" Tim – an understandable corruption in all the circumstances - is local to the land of fish suppers and whippet fancying (oft misspelled as "whip it", though this is sometimes accurate too). A mystical place of much rain and no water, where old men don’t wash their hair and boast hugely of it. A land where they play the noble game and always lose. Where men have pigeons in their lofts and ferrets down their trousers, where men from other places are thus made most welcome by the female population. Indeed, a place well worth moving to as long as you are male, and don’t acquire the local habits.

The motto of this place is:

"God is in his Kingdom, Geoffrey is our Bard, let the ferret guard your merit while lass is cooking lard"

Why is he Ruttiless? How long has he been so? Will he always be? To what  does this refer? Many have wondered about goats and such, but the scholars tell us about the lost lands of Rutland, where men are free of whippets and the like and point us to his middle name.