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Bless me, father, for I have sinned. It has been 18 days since my last confession.

It's always fun to go through a jar of old biros and find a cheap promotional ballpoint bearing the emblem of something unusual. Today I found out that I have one which says "VIAGRA" in big letters. And it doesn't fucking work.

Eastercon was a bit disappointing, mostly because I wasn't there as much as I wanted to be. The tiler who was doing the bathroom (there are some right fiddly bits, OK?) first said that he could only come on the Saturday (a tradesman on a Saturday? And only on a Saturday? That's breaking several laws of physics, isn't it?) then said with no notice that he was only available on Easter Sunday (my head explodes) and then didn't turn up then either. He was significantly ill, though, so my anger was wasted.

I went to see Mugyenko, a taiko crew from deepest darkest Lanarkshire, who were dead good. The heijun was there with four women . . . I don't know if this was supposed to be some sort of gimmick, but they weren't trying to make anything of it in the publicity or program and in any case they didn't need it, so hopefully it wasn't. Highly excellent, and if you get a chance I'd recommend you take it. They also had a couple of special guests over from Japan, one of whom used to be head of training for Kodo and the other was a Shinto priestess from a temple devoted to a god of drumming and performance. Fantastic.

Beltane's been and gone again too. Fred and I had the chance to fuck it up for everyone, in full view of an attentive crowd of 12 thousand people (nervous, me?), but we failed to totally and it went like bloody clockwork. The flame appeared and the crowd went Oooh, and then the tinder really caught and we got a big cheer. It was a little packed this year - three or four thousand more people than last time, which was significantly up on the time before - but it didn't cause too many problems. I got to see the bonfire being lit up close this time, and had an "Oh, that's Angus Farquar" moment. I have noticed him at least once previously. And someone tried to pinch my bum and missed. Apparently last year a woman saw us, shouted "Deatheaters! Deatheaters!" and ran to hide behind her boyfriend. Most odd, and not a little amusing. The club was good, with the Beastie drummers pushing the Processional drummers closer than usual with their performance. My bingo performance was pitiful. The Evening News had some lovely pics, which is just as well as apparently it's their photographer who irritates everyone every year by trying to be where he shouldn't be. They are very nice pictures, although a couple were spoiled by having me in them looking unappealing.

The next day I was helping derig, and afterwards we went to the Pear Tree. A couple of the Air Point people brought parts of their dragon down with them, and when we got the the pub, put the claws up onto the top of the wall before poking the head up and calling "hello" to their friends at the other side of the garden. How we all laughed, etc.

I had kixie and naturalbornkaos up for the weekend, and I'd said I'd meet them by the bower at the end. Unfortunately a few thousand other people also wanted to be there, so it wasn't a good idea and I didn't see them again until the morning. I had a very good time kicking around with them on Friday and Saturday, though.

This weekend I'll be Elephant-herding during a performance called The Sultan's Elephant, which is apparently inspired by Jules Verne and is going to look a bit like this. And is free. I'll be around until Monday, so if anyone fancies tea and biccies, let me know and we can maybe try to arrange something.

This week, I have mainly been being puzzled about politics and the press. And the general public, who I've started despairing of. Frankly, my hat is off to any and all politicians for their willingness to deal with journalists and voters every day. I'm bloody glad it's their job and not mine.
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Didn't realise you're elephant herding as well. I take it due to your allergies to mobile phines we'll just find you on site etc.

Think we'll be going on Sat to the Lost Elphant gig from Lost Vagueness...
I had floor men on Good Friday and Easter Monday...what the hell is that all about?? Whilst they did show up I was relieved to find they added no less than £150 in unforseen (by me) extra charges and knackered my power points, thus the natural world order remains unchanged.

I had the bathroom tiled last month and made the fatal error of paying them JUST BEFORE they completed. They left immediately, with large bits of grouting and silicone left undone and plaster solidified all over the carpet, walls, bath, sink etc. Bah!
It's a pain, isn't it? Happily, it's all nearly done now, but there's a bit of tiling to be finished off and nobody seems to know where the tiler is . . . in theory he's due tomorrow. We'll see. Nice bloke, though, and did a good job.
Mugyenko played in Wrexham about a year ago, as part of the Arts Festival here -- they were dead good then, too!
There are quite a few. Flickr has quite a few, but the beltane tag picks up loads of other stuff too. Anything at night with people in body paint is probably us, though.
> Today I found out that I have one which says "VIAGRA" in big letters. And it doesn't fucking work.

[splutters in tea]


Have fun with the elephant.
That greatly appealed to my sense of humour too. Thankfully I wasn't drinking anything at the time. *lol*

a little help?
ello...
T'was told by someone that your opinions would be well noted for this one...
http://community.livejournal.com/_goths_r_us/51548.html#cutid1
erm...
please help if you can, it's for a school project that's due in about 4 weeks and it's pretty major...
(sorry it's in such a large font, I kinda screwed up the HTML and can't be arsed fixing it)
thatnx if you can and sorry to bother you.
Pixie