We aren't the lucky, special ones: alive while so many are dead.
We're just slightly behind them in the journey.
Wednesday, 31 October 2018
Tuesday, 30 October 2018
Pumpkin and Wine
Budget was a bit of a shock. Obviously no complaints about the tax cuts for rich people, but that's only gonna pay for the wine duty increase. Oh well. "Qu'ils buvent du gin", I guess.
People are asking me about the kid's Halloween party. And I know last year people were terrified by the appearance of those orange vegetables, formed into a resemblance of human heads, their faces gazing with that awful grinning leer.
But personally I see no reason why we can't re-use the Donald Trump costumes. Not when we're trying to save money for wine.
Did I mention the wine duty?
People are asking me about the kid's Halloween party. And I know last year people were terrified by the appearance of those orange vegetables, formed into a resemblance of human heads, their faces gazing with that awful grinning leer.
But personally I see no reason why we can't re-use the Donald Trump costumes. Not when we're trying to save money for wine.
Did I mention the wine duty?
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Monday, 29 October 2018
Autocor-wrecked
Apologies for the terrible mix up last night over the "special" service. A dreadful autocorrect error on Denzyl's iPad when he created the rota.
Yesterday evening should have been Bible Sunday. Not Bublé Sunday.
We will be providing counselling.
Sunday, 28 October 2018
Special Service for the Clocks Going Back
Archdruid: Peace be with you.
All: And until we meet again, may you be held in the palm of God's hand.
Archdruid: You what?
All: We couldn't sleep so we did without you.
Archdruid: OK. Well you lot push off. I'll stick and and take the service for the people who put their clocks forward instead.
All: And until we meet again, may you be held in the palm of God's hand.
Archdruid: You what?
All: We couldn't sleep so we did without you.
Archdruid: OK. Well you lot push off. I'll stick and and take the service for the people who put their clocks forward instead.
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Thursday, 25 October 2018
On St Crispin's Day
As the full moon sets through the mists towards Woburn, and the sun rises in its misty glory towards Bedford, I feel proud to be English!
For today is St Crispin's Day - and Agincourt Day! And what could be a more fitting day than Agincourt Day to celebrate Brexit!
Agincourt - that dramatic British victory in the midst of the Hundred Years War. Which erm ended in a dismal defeat for the English, as the Crown lost all its continental possessions and gained just Calais. A story of honest Englishmen led to disaster by the vanity, greed and folly of their leaders.
After which the weakened English turned on each other, in the butchery of the Wars of the Roses.
At least the Hundred Years War produced a saint! Albeit she was French.
But still, let us Remember Agincourt!
After all, it's more comforting than remembering Orléans, Patay, Formigny, and Castillon.
And now we sing "Happy Birthday" to Wellington from the Perishers.
Sunday, 14 October 2018
Traditional Celtic Service
This morning's worship is "Traditional Service in the Celtic Style". With CDs.
So according to Snodgrazz we're gonna sit (in a circle, cross-legged, natch) in the Moot House, listening to the rain fall on the tin roof, and sing haunting melodies telling of God and Nature.
I guess they must be pretty old CDs?
So according to Snodgrazz we're gonna sit (in a circle, cross-legged, natch) in the Moot House, listening to the rain fall on the tin roof, and sing haunting melodies telling of God and Nature.
I guess they must be pretty old CDs?
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Wednesday, 10 October 2018
A Poem for the Feast of St Kirsty
An empty bench in Soho Square
If you had come you'd have found me there
But you never did
Because you're dead.
Killed by someone who used a corrupt legal system to evade justice.
Like the entitled and powerful so often do.
And I'm so sorry baby.
Melissa Sparrow (Mrs)
Nativity of Kirsty MacColl (1959)
I just woke up. And realised that as we have passed the last day of summer, and it's nearly Halloween, it's time to say thank you for the days when we had someone with an angel-like voice. Hard to believe it's been 18 years. Maybe it's imaginary.
But the clock goes round. We thought we'd maybe plant a fabulous garden in her memory. But when Terry the gardener gave us that quote I said don't come the cowboy with me, Sunny Jim. I've still got the bill from that Foret de Mimosas you said you'd finish. You just haven't earned it yet, baby.
Bloody nightmare, that Terry. Every time he's meant to be working for me, he's lying down on the beach. You call him and say when will the job be finished and he tells you the next day, but tomorrow never comes. And then, when he's been a big boy on a Saturday night, sure enough here comes that man again, hoping to make a few quid. But come 3 o'clock he's knocking off and I'm telling him, don't go home. And all I ever wanted was the work done. Am I right?
Later on, some may say it's the end of a perfect day. But if they, in their innocence, suggest it's time for the annual Mambo de la Luna in Kirsty 's memory, I'll have to say, I don't think so. In these shoes?
But the clock goes round. We thought we'd maybe plant a fabulous garden in her memory. But when Terry the gardener gave us that quote I said don't come the cowboy with me, Sunny Jim. I've still got the bill from that Foret de Mimosas you said you'd finish. You just haven't earned it yet, baby.
Bloody nightmare, that Terry. Every time he's meant to be working for me, he's lying down on the beach. You call him and say when will the job be finished and he tells you the next day, but tomorrow never comes. And then, when he's been a big boy on a Saturday night, sure enough here comes that man again, hoping to make a few quid. But come 3 o'clock he's knocking off and I'm telling him, don't go home. And all I ever wanted was the work done. Am I right?
Later on, some may say it's the end of a perfect day. But if they, in their innocence, suggest it's time for the annual Mambo de la Luna in Kirsty 's memory, I'll have to say, I don't think so. In these shoes?
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