I hear there has been a rush of applicants to marry on 10 October 2010.
Well, if we accept the essential artificiality of all parts of the so-called "Common Era" calendar - based as it is on the miscalculation of the day, month and year of the birth of Jesus Christ - then 10/10/2010 must be a truly special day. Not as special a day as 10/10/1010 - but then in those days they were probably all a bit busy fighting Vikings and avoiding the plague.
I would in particular quote this young lady, who says "I was ringing round quite a lot of places, then Manchester Register Office said they were going to be open It wasn't my first choice - of somewhere local - but the main thing was offering the date."
Call me an old romantic, but surely "the main thing" would have been marrying the right man? (or woman - we wouldn't like to be prescriptive, and the sense would be the same). Surely the date is secondary? You could marry on a New Moon on Friday 13 May, and that wouldn't matter as long as you were marrying the right person. Get a grip, that's basically what I'm saying. Dates don't really matter.
Although 10/10/10 is also Kirsty Maccoll's 51st birthday - so maybe it's special after all.
I would think Archdruid Eileen that you are more into Midge Ure who was born on 10th October than Kirsty MacColl? Unless you are a confirmed spinster, or course :)
ReplyDeleteRevd Lesley
ReplyDeleteAlways a delight to hear from you.
Kirsty is the adopted Secular Saint of our community. Like the Elvis whose wannabe she so memorably lampooned, she meets the minimum requirements of having been attractive and prematurely and unexpectedly demised.
Mr Ure is indeed a muso of some repute - verily "the other one" of Band Aid, and you don't get much more impressive than that. But I've never understood why he wrote that song about Rigsby's cat. Also, his pantomime villain moustache reminds me of an unfortunate holiday romance, and the withering scorn of such men that this engendered. Which of course brings us back to Kirsty again, with such titles as "Don't come the cowboy with me, sonny Jim" and "Big boy on a Saturday night."
While I've got you on the line, as it were, I was wondering if you could confirm why our web logs identify you as being in Camberley and not the Bucks/Oxon borders where you claim to reside?
Why would anyone want to get married in Manchester - I thought that the options there consisted of divorce or living in sin.
ReplyDeleteI was also wondering why my childhood idols Buddy Holly and James Dean were not Secular Saints with the Druid's?
Archdruid Eileen
ReplyDeleteThank-you for that explanation of your requirements for secular sainthood. Just writing a lecture on postmodernity and considering whether to put that in :)
Ah.. you got me - I pretend to be on the Bucks/Oxon border but really I get around as I am the flying bishop for those who dislike short bald priests who insist on wearing sky blue shirts and saying 'just' when praying.
On a more serious note - I was wondering why it logs me as 'Hitchin', and whether that is a noun or a verb, but the truth is, as much as I think I ought to be in charge of the internet, esp given my usage, I'm not...
UKViewer, as far as Buddy Holly goes - all-American, geeky guy, 3 chords, voice like a chunky angel and a beautiful wife, taken from us ludicrously early (he'd still be playing Vegas today) - You are so right. Consider Feb 3 and Sept 7 as in the upcoming Alternative Beaker Book just as soon as we've got through 70 years of Liturgical Commissions. Although Feb 3 may be slightly awkward, clashing as it does with Imbolc. It's a bit awkward remembering a tragic death in snowy skies while we're meant to be celebrating the lactation of ewes and coming Spring.
ReplyDeleteJames Dean.... hmmm. Would it be your opinion that, in some way, he kind of would have liked to go that way? If so, then I'm afraid that our other secular saints will have to do without him.
Also - I hear rumours that you have a blog. If so feel free to plug it in these comments so I can add you to the People we light a Tealight For.
Revd Lesley - speaking as someone born just a few short miles from Hitchin, and coming from a long line of fraud artists and workhouse inmates from that very town - it's a verb. But it's pronounced 'Itchin'.
ReplyDeleteOh dear - I was told that if I was promiscuous on the internet I would pick up an internet virus. Perhaps it isn't just the men who need to worry about the dangers of blogging
ReplyDeleteArchdruid Eileen,
ReplyDeleteI must admit to being a buddyholic. When the show was on in the west end, I might have gone to see it a few times, especially when they sold season tickets.
Sadly, not lost to posterity. I had great hopes for Elvis Costello, who not only had a magic name (Elvis) but appeared to sing in the Buddy Genre, sadly he let me down and has really gone off the boil, singing his on stuff, sad, a promising career cut short.
As for James Dean, he just seemed to have the charisma that I lacked as a small boy (I hasten to add, now present in teaspoons full) and was a very moody type. He reminded me very much of my Dad, who as also moody, but close enough to take it out on us.
As for a blog, mine is quite insignificant, and just a few musings on the state of my life and what I am seeking. I am not sure that it is yet fit for wider public consumption.