And non-geeks are even worse

To mis-quote Messrs Flanders and Swann: "A chorus of 'ows' ran round the table. 'Ow', 'ow', 'ow', 'ow', 'ow'. Except for The Archdruid. Because she was wearing steel-capped boots, as usual."

What brought this about? Bleeding Hnaef is what brought it about. He's still sulking about something, and overheard me as I was counselling poor Rathwald over the squirrels. I just said: "just think, it could be worse: think of xkcd 327!" and we were laughing away, in stitches, nearly wetting ourselves, of course. Who wouldn't? Well, Hnaef, obviously. He was listening in, and we had to explain it. Again, and again, and again. I even printed off a hard-copy, for Brigid's sake, and he still didn't get it. We were moving the trestle tables back into storage after the service, and he said, "So what's so funny about dropping some tables?" Rathwald and I, in unison, said "Everything!". And what did Hnaef, Mr Literal do? He dropped the bleeding tables.

"Ow."

Father Christmas has landed

I've been searching everywhere for Hnaef. Thank goodness we've found him. I was getting really worried - we needed his laser-pointer for the Beaker Nativity.

I assume he fell asleep watching the Ashes in the Room of Viewing while dressed as Santa Claus. I've no idea what he's been up to, although Drayton reported seeing Santa Claus fall off the chapel roof last night. I need to apologise to Drayton, as I told him he must have imagined it and it was probably Take That.

Hnaef awakes!

It's very exciting for me to welcome Hnaef to blog-land again after a disappearance of, I believe, approximately four years.  Hnaef's previous contributions included the memorable occasion when, walking into the security fencing on the roadworks of the (since completed) Ridgmont bypass, he thought he was being held in a spiritual force-field.  He preached several sermons on the subject until the day that, trying to re-enact his spiritual experience in the daytime, he fell in the hole they were digging and landed on several road maintenance engineers.
Sadly all of Hnaef's previous work was lost when the Community was closed and then re-opened as a Continental-style cafe bar in 2007.  However it's no great loss to Hnaef as all along he had thought he was typing his memoirs into a type-writer with a big telly behind it.  He's a great touch-typist, but he thought the programme he was watching was a little dull, consisting as it did of his own reflection.

A message from the Executive Arch-deputy Archdruid

I would like to take this opportunity to welcome everyone to this New Year. As your Executive Arch-deputy Archdruid, I feel it important to take a visible role in all aspects of our life and worship, and I was recently informed that there has been a Beaker Folk blog running for a number of years. Discussion with younger members of the community led to an understanding of what a "blog" is, and some research in the library led to an understanding of the wide-reaching scope of this new "Internet", which I now believe reaches beyond Husborne Crawley and as far north at least as Norwich!

I have resolved to "post" "entries" to this "blog" on a frequent basis, and Mrs Hnaef has kindly allowed me to borrow her "lap""top" in order to compose this missive. She has informed me that I must not shout, as this will upset people (presumably her, in the next room), and I have decided, therefore, that when I need to emphasise important points, I will do so by typing IN CAPITALS, AND MAKING EXTENSIVE USE OF PUNCTUATION!!!!!!!!!?

It would be wrong to leave you without a message, and that message is that all readers of this "blog" should be aware that they can pick up the latest notices in the usual place, where I have made extra photocopies to accommodate any possible new members of the community.