I think I may have evidence that there are parallel worlds out there which, through some flaw, touch upon each other from time to time. Listen to these eerie stories:
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You may have noticed that on St George's Day for the last few years there has been a Mummers Play - the Pace Egging Play. It is my lot to organise the rehearsals for this. Apparently I agreed to do this one night a couple of years ago. Now I don't remember agreeing to that at all but (and here is the weird bit) all of the others, Bill, Nick, Dave, Shirley, Ron etc remember quite distinctly that I did agree and would be prepared to swear to that on oath. I am sure they have no idea that this is clear evidence of their foray into a parallel world. The organisation involves a lot of telephone calls, leaving of messages, follow up calls, reorganising dates, coping with failure to show up and generally a lot of pressure. I am sure they would not want to dump all these responsibilities on to me. How can I explain the truth to them?
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Apparently last year, fairly late one evening in the Kings Arms, when I was explaining the meaning of life to anyone who would listen - and pretty coherently if I say so myself - it is alleged that I challenged Dave Denford to a drinking match. Now I do not remember doing any such thing - indeed Dave knows perfectly well that I could drink him under the table and that I wouldn't wish to embarrass him. And yet Jeremy has publicly and positively asserted that he was there when I issued the challenge and even set a date for the match! Obviously a parallel world! Dave, no doubt to save face, made out that he was pretty keen on the idea too but in order to spare his blushes I felt it right not to turn up on the day. In fact I haven't been to the Kings Arms since.
But still, it makes you think doesn't it?
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April 2005
Twenty-three events are noted in The Beacon diary for April. How many did I go to? Three. Does that mean I do not pull my weight in the village? Probably!
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9 April 2005 . A trip to Honiton.
There is one project that I have been keen to get going for several years - I had a stab at it about 4 years ago but it came to nothing.
I wanted to get a cider press into the village. It has struck me for some time that every year a huge number of apples go to waste. People can only eat so many and then find it impossible to give them away. What we needed was a village press. In October we could invite everyone in the parish to bring their apples along and help press them into juice for immediate consumption and cider for later in the year.
Well, now we have it, thanks to Giles who found the press in Honiton and Dave and Paul who trundled over to get it and who will, I hope, put I back together again before we actually have to use it.
I do have a slight concern at the back of my mind. Year 1 pressing will be fine. In year 2 pressing, there will be the previous year's brew to dispose of.
Food for thought (as it were) I think.
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The South Tawton Parish AGM Monday 18 April 2005
The view tends to be that if no one comes then they are probably fairly happy with what we are (or are not) doing. I had hoped more people would come because we were showing a 15 minute video (produced by Pete) of the Parish Day held in June last year. In the end 4 people (other than councillors) turned up: one my wife; Tony who was giving a governor's report anyway; and a couple from South Tawton . I suppose the film was not advertised widely!
I find it hard to imagine a world in which Bill will not be chairman of the Parish Council. Is it 33 years? I am sorry that there were not more people to hear what he had to say about his tenure in office at the meeting. In my experience he always had the well-being of the community first in his heart when making decisions. As Bill might say, you might or not agree with him, but you cannot doubt his good faith.
I am quite keen to promote the idea that we have a Trafalgar Day party in the Parish. 1805 - 2005. Just a tiny problem is that our connection to the sea is a bit tenuous on the northern edge of Dartmoor . Could it be that a beacon was lit in 1805 on Cosdon? Did Nelson's body rest here? Or did he ever pass through?
There is a point to Parish Parties. It reminds people that this is our parish and that we owe duties to our neighbours. We make the parish what it is. If it is an open and friendly place then that says something. If it isn't, then that says even more.
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St George's Day 23 April 2005
One event that was not advertised in The Beacon but which I certainly did attend was the St George's Day celebrations at the Kings Arms.
The Pace Egging went better than ever this year. There was a good crowd; the weather held; everyone more or less remembered their parts; and there seemed to be more laughter than in years hitherto. Clive took over the role of the fool and played it in the way of Fagin/Frank Spencer/the hunchback of Notre Dame wearing a mask which exhibited permanent surprise. He was very good, and in truth he stole the show.
The play was preceded, in a stately way, by the Kings Arms Brawlers in what I think was our best performance ever. I had had a few problems beforehand though because Issy, who most reluctantly participates, had had a couple of school friends to stay for the weekend. But the prospect of them actually seeing her in her brawling gear and, worse still, actually dancing, was a humiliation that would be worse than death. Poor Brittany and Katherine were virtually bundled out of the house and sent home by Issy anxious to retain the tatters of her reputation amongst her peers.
It all worked in the end. We had a good audience who supported the Horse's Brawl at the end really well; their characters revealed by the extent to which, if at all, they vigorously wiggled their bottoms. |
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Polocrosse
Can anyone afford me some respite? Since going to Norfolk for a short break and allowing Issy to have a go at Polocrosse I have heard about nothing else since. Would anyone like to form a polocrosse team?
What is polocrosse? Well, it is like polo only a bit less violent. Instead of a vicious mallet, a kind of tennis/lacrosse racket is used to pick up and pass the ball. Teams are of 6 with three on and three off at any time as it pretty exhausting - for the horses that is.
It makes the endless trotting round a school in slightly variable circles seem so appallingly dull. If I were 13 and made of rubber I would love polocrosse: forget the riding, just get that ball!
The pony Issy rode was extraordinary. It can turn in its own length at a canter and responds intuitively to the merest hint of a command. I must say I can see how exciting a sport it could be.
Is there anyone out there who could help form a team?
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Here's to a quiet May  |
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