November enters with the news that my drumming teacher has been impounded – her house in Smailholm is all sealed off in a search for anthrax. There is even an air exclusion -
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So we can drive past the house or walk along the road but cannot fly under 3,000 feet over it… They have now found minute quantities in the village hall where we play and it is being decontaminated – not us of course.
Conspiracy in Kelso – the local alternative energy supplier, who was one of the Tweed Horizons Sustainable technology winners along with us, was going to reveal who the antichrist was and was supposedly bumped off with a heat ray – he was talking at the same conference as David Icke. Kelso was also home to a devious paedophile who shaved his beard off as a disguise and had a cell in his house. He is now banned from the town… I am not sure about the logistics of banishment these days – does he get put in the stocks if he is found within the town walls, or thrown into the castle dungeon?
In other news red wine contains the ingredient which stops the bad effects of gluttony which mystify my doctor, and so another excuse to tuck into my stock of Lebanese wines
Coffin Making workshops are not normally something that would attract my attention, but since I recently crashed my plane, capsized a seakayak and escaped (still) anthrax poisoning I decided that it was more interesting. It interested nine other people too, who converged on the Lauder Village Hall. The end results were different – some had full sized coffins (I measured up one lady for hers – she was here for the long term), some had magnificent displays of craftsman work on half sized coffins, some had works of art (as defined like something noone else had ever seen which would be mine). The instructors comments of ‘not as asthetically pleasing as the other ones’ (hey depends on your asthetics of course, they said the same to Pollock who just captured the most expensive work of art record in the world) and ‘gosh this is amazingly robust given its shape’ (which I tended to agree with since it survived the car journey back). Advertising the coffin on ebay for deformed dwarves – it will be a race between the bidders and my aging dog. If the folk who lost out on the Pollock bid want to garner a competitive art exhibit please email me immediately…
Our neighbour’s Border terrier was savagely attacked by another neighbour’s boxer (the breed and not a gloved opponent bound by Marquess of Queensberry rules) – we went to visit the patient to find it bleeding and there was almost a ‘too many paramedics spoil the dog’ incident – but it ended happily with us dabbing the terriers bleeding vulva in the sink with antiseptic.
Stuart has now found out that when performing a musical critique it is best to be well outwith the swinging circle of the instrument – as Alasdair deliberately hit him hard with the guitar. Of course they chose the day when granny had her annual visit, for their display of brotherly hate.
Our water aerobics instructoress/domanitrix has been on a Hopi Ear Candle course – which is as dodgy as it sounds.
Early morning mondegreens with Scotland the Brave lyrics on the radio misheard as ‘Bladders Leaking’ from ‘Blood a-leaping’.
There was an old Mike who swallowed his crown, I don’t know why he swallowed his crown … yes with a loose crown held on with dentafix until the dentist cements in it correctly, it was perhaps on reflection unwise to tuck into a lunch of beans, kebab and potatoes. The crown disappeared silently leaving a worried Mike – worried from reading Google search results about what to do if your patient swallows their crown (contact your liability legal team immediately, as your patient may die, seems to the best answer for dentists) to the sickening thoughts of recovery by goldpanning through my excrement. Kim corpsing on the floor is not helping. Whilst wearing a black balaclava and using a ‘poo’ stick to prod the highly rated excrement, a knock came at the door – it was a women doing a survey – ‘can I speak to your father; she asks Alasdair, ‘err no’. She pressed on ‘we just want to know what your father does of an evening’ – my son just said’ You really, really don’t want to know, really, trust me’ and shut the door. I gave up eventually presuming I had missed it or it was still stuck to the side of an intestine, better than it stuck to my gums. To keep to the excrement theme there is a crossword where the answers are all fecal.
In an awful climbing accident in horrendous weather conditions in the Cairgorms, two Aberdeen university students were killed. One of them was in Geography lectures with Stuart and had gone to Aberdeen uni at the same time. Stuart had looked at the climbing club but chose sky diving instead as there was a bit too much camping involved. Stuart’s flatmate did join the club and was at Glenmore Lodge when the boys went missing.
On the vampire theme, BBC radio have a new Dracula adaptation; Transylvania is joining the EU and at the same time British Airways bans stewardesses from wearing crucifixes – there is no update as to whether garlic chicken has been banned from the menus.
Since I have a coffin I went online shopping at the Coop and see they do online funerals – have chosen my headstone – such a likeness.
November ends with Saint Andrew’s Day. Andrew is the patron saint of Scotland, mainly because at the Synod of Whitby St Columba was deemed less important than Saint Peter so in a desperate race of oneupmanship the Scots picked Saint Andrew who was Saint Peter’s older brother. Like all things Whitby there is a vampire connection too as Andrew went around preaching in Transylvania (he is patron saint of Romania). In any case his alliterative Apochryphal Acts of Andrew are worth reading, translated by the ghost story author M R James.
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Music of the month is definitely British with the wonderful Scottish composer, Judith Weir, and the Englishmen George Lloyd, the remarkable Cyril Scott and William Alwyn. Most enjoyable. And Imogen Heap who is truly wonderful, especially with her remarkable Hide and Seek.
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Poetry from Felix Dennis who is planting tens of thousands of acres of trees – which sounds the best use of land (other than for runways).
