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Friday night saw me with pagan chums, meeting a gentleman with some knowledge of the witchcraft tradition known as The Regency. Very interesting! Might do a bit of research on it at some point for my own interest; certainly just bringing it as a topic to my friend in hospital might spark him up. He is bored and annoyed, they say, and the idea is for lots of people to visit him so that he doesn't just check himself out sooner than he should. If he can sit up in bed and do some writing complete with internet accesss, maybe he'll stay stimulated and stay put. We received strange contrary news; first that he was using an oxygen mask and kept slipping in and out of consciousness, then that it was thought he could recover completely if he just kicks the booze. I have no idea. My hope is to visit him early this week.

Saturday morning saw us at a wedding. There were sofa swings, sunshine and a couple of marquees by a little lake, a druid blessing with lots of mead and jumping over the broom. It was an alternative/vintage styled affair with bunting and haybales in a Kent field surrounded by woodland. Best bits: seeing friends so happy, groomsmen/ushers' buttonholes made up of wheat stalks, hops and oak leaves. Went very well with the vintage/tweedy theme. Worst bit was the amount charged at the bar for a bottle of prosecco or cava; £27.50. Seriously. You'd have needed a mortgage for champagne. Not that there wasn't plenty of bubbly present; it stood in merry little lines on the side tables, but we avoided it, expecting it to be saved for the toasts. An usher dispelled with our fears and cracked a bottle open.

The guests were very lucky that the bride and groom have so many connections to local musicians. The first, however, must have been someone they couldn't avoid inviting onto the stage due having been in a group with the groom when young. His first song was about domestic violence, his second was about the girl who got away, his third was a medley of songs based around observing large women. If the idea was to send the audience fleeing out into the sunlight/the wood/the field/the carpark then he could probably call the gig a success. Otherwise...

There was also morris dancing. Morris dancing is clearly a marmite experience; I quite like it, larians is not a fan. But it was excellent seeing the Bride and Groom leaping around, so I have decided that if we have morris at our wedding, we'll make it participatory and guests can get drunk while hitting each other with sticks.If that ain't genuine English I don't know what is.

Then we came home to greet guests for an evening of rugby and celebration/commiseration. Of the game, least said soonest mended. But the talk, wine and pizza carried on til 4 am. An excellent night!

Looking forward to Nasa's press conference at 4.30, expecting it to be about the discovery of flowing water on the surface of Mars. Presumably this could mean that the conditions for the creation of life aren't entirely unfeasible, but surely it's too vulnerable to radiation for human settlements. Maybe these would be under the earth - makes sense really cos someone is guaranteed to want to mine the place. Dwarf colonies on Mars! Ack ack ack!


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 28th, 2015 12:47 pm (UTC)
Headlines the Day After Our Wedding?
10 Morris Dancers found dead at Devon Hotel - all the guests except the bride confess!

Sep. 28th, 2015 12:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Headlines the Day After Our Wedding?
You just made me snort coffee all over my top!
Sep. 28th, 2015 08:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Headlines the Day After Our Wedding?
Fortunately, I wasn't trying to eat or drink anything when I read that!

Anyway, although I actually quite like Morris, I don't think many of your friends need an excuse to hit each other with sticks with or without either music or alcohol! ;o)
Sep. 28th, 2015 09:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Headlines the Day After Our Wedding?
That's very true!
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