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Seasonal madness
Dec. 18th, 2005 01:56 pmWe're both still ill, but at the physically revolting stage rather than actually feeling too bad.
Friday: went to a party at the Chalice Well. Rather than music, they had a magician wandering about doing party tricks. I had to issue the health warning: my father is a member of the Magic Circle (the international stage magician's association).
'Might I know him?' the magician asked, so I said he was 83 now and didn't go to functions any more.
'I have to say,' the magician said, 'Being 83 in no way distinguishes him from the rest of the Magic Circle.'
Saturday: my Druidic Order were in town. Spent the day at the Town Hall doing Order-related stuff, and then in the evening we went to the annual Solstice bash. This started out with a lady harpist and ended rather like the second half of the Hogwarts disco in the latest Harry Potter film. Performers are vetted for quality, so they were all pretty good, though I concede that comic punk songs entitled 'I Failed My Bardic Training Homework' have a limited appeal if you're not actually a druid.
But you haven't lived until you've heard the story of King Arthur sung as a reggae number in a Jamaican accent.
The head of the Order made a short speech in which he admitted knocking over a candle last year and setting his plate on fire. He pointed out that we could either go down the health and safety route and ban candles, or just not be such klutzes and remember that there's a water jug on each table (instead of, er, carrying the blazing plate the full length of the hall into the kitchen). The latter was selected as a more viable option.
Good to see so many people for whom I have so much time. Part of the reason I've stuck with this particular order for so many years (over a decade now) is that the people involved in it are so interesting, entertaining and sane. Good on you lot, OBOD.
Friday: went to a party at the Chalice Well. Rather than music, they had a magician wandering about doing party tricks. I had to issue the health warning: my father is a member of the Magic Circle (the international stage magician's association).
'Might I know him?' the magician asked, so I said he was 83 now and didn't go to functions any more.
'I have to say,' the magician said, 'Being 83 in no way distinguishes him from the rest of the Magic Circle.'
Saturday: my Druidic Order were in town. Spent the day at the Town Hall doing Order-related stuff, and then in the evening we went to the annual Solstice bash. This started out with a lady harpist and ended rather like the second half of the Hogwarts disco in the latest Harry Potter film. Performers are vetted for quality, so they were all pretty good, though I concede that comic punk songs entitled 'I Failed My Bardic Training Homework' have a limited appeal if you're not actually a druid.
But you haven't lived until you've heard the story of King Arthur sung as a reggae number in a Jamaican accent.
The head of the Order made a short speech in which he admitted knocking over a candle last year and setting his plate on fire. He pointed out that we could either go down the health and safety route and ban candles, or just not be such klutzes and remember that there's a water jug on each table (instead of, er, carrying the blazing plate the full length of the hall into the kitchen). The latter was selected as a more viable option.
Good to see so many people for whom I have so much time. Part of the reason I've stuck with this particular order for so many years (over a decade now) is that the people involved in it are so interesting, entertaining and sane. Good on you lot, OBOD.
