WW2015: The cocktail party

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