And so,
dear friends, the Weird Weekend 2015 has begun. And it began in typically
eccentric style with over 30 people in a marquee on my lawn in the pouring
rain. Tequila was drunk, and music was played courtesy of the lovely Stargrace
and the equally lovely Dogleg. Later in the evening they were joined by my old
mucker Davey Curtis of the up-and-coming blues ensemble Auld Man's Baccy.I have
wanted to have live music at the Weird Weekend cocktail party anytime these
past few years, and it seemed oddly appropriate that the first time we managed
it, it was in the midst of a deluge of Biblical proportions.
It all
went very well. Nobody died. No one was injured. There were no fights. Nothing
got broken and nobody got annoyingly drunk, not even me. Even the dogs behaved
themselves, and my beloved Mother-in-law was seen with a glass of champagne in
one hand nodded her head rhythmically to a raucous acoustic medley of Black
Sabbath songs. A splendid time, as Mr Kite promised, was had by all.
Today the
focus of events moves to The Small School in Hartland. By the time assorted
flower children got to Woodstock they were half a million strong; i am only
expecting a fraction of this number to the Weird Weekend tonight, but all
indications are that it will be an enjoyable and informative affair.
Om Shanti,
Jon
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