A hazy gibbon moon hangs over Husborne Crawley as we recover from William Tell Night.
Earlier on, today's celebration of the life and work of Cab Calloway was most satisfying and enjoying. After a few rounds of singing "Minnie the Moocher", and a liturgy loosely based around the theme of "Boys, you got to learn not to talk to nuns that way", we went out feeling that life was good. What more would you want from an act of worship than that? But then it all went downhill in tonight's Apple Ceremony.
It's Hnaef I feel most ashamed of. I mean, he runs an archery school. I know he normally does longbow not crossbow, but still. Four hundred shots and not one hit on that apple.
Obviously, I'm glad that for health and safety reasons we replaced the crossbow bolts with sticks of rhubarb*. But poor Marston. His face is really going to ache in the morning.
Now if everyone will please stop humming the "Overture", I might be able to get some sleep.
* The Beaker Folk would like to point out that we do not condone shooting anyone in the face with anything, including sticks of rhubarb. Don't try it at home. Not least, the juice really stings.
What is your secret for producing rhubarb sticks in November?
ReplyDeleteI did not realize that William Tell had been made a Saint!
ReplyDeleteI trust that you had a few readings from 'Heidi' as part of the service and perhaps background liturgy from 'The Sound of Music'. I suppose Julie Andrews would have been a little expensive to guest with you.
I hear that 'Eidelweis' is about to be re-issued, that would be good for next year.
Seeker, I am impressed by your persistence. We have lost a chapel in a black hole, held a service for mythical monsters and come back from a six-month stay in the 19th Century. And you ask us how we produce rhubarb sticks in November.
ReplyDeleteWe don't make this up as we go along, you know. They were frozen rhubarb sticks. Next William Tell Day, we'll thaw them out properly.