the great turkey hunt
Dec. 22nd, 2003 12:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensGuernsey a lot of fun; good to see aunt, grandfather, and sister's-godmother-with-husband-who-are-also-cousins, even if I forget the precise degree. First twice removed, I believe.
Had fun wandering around St Peter Port (main town/port) even in rain, and going for brisk hilly walk with aunt in afternoon. Slept like dog. Slept like very tired dog.
Highlight, however, was Great Turkey Hunt.
(Pardon terse narrative style. Late here, and fingers cold.)
Aunt mentions on Friday that she has not as yet bought turkey joint and will have to rise early (Saturday) morning to get one from Marks & Spencers. Said M&S being close to the hotel where we're staying in town, I offer to helpfully get it. Aunt draws map for me.
At 7am the next morning, I discover that M&S does not actually open till 8am.
At 8am, I discover that M&S is currently out of turkey joints, and will not have any in on Monday.
That evening at approx 5.30pm, while shopping with my aunt in her local supermarket, 5 minutes drive from where she lives, I find turkey joints in the cold meat section.
You know, this is too perfect to be invented.
It was a lovely break, in any case. With plenty of healthy exercise. Especially early in the morning.
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Oh, and http://www.livejournal.com/users/viva_gloria/95146.html , the Secret Diary of Captain Jack Sparrow, is very funny indeed.
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There are innumerable persons with eyeglasses and green garments who pray for the return of the maypole or the Olympian Games. But there is about these people a haunting and alarming something which suggests that it is just possible that they do not keep Christmas. If so, where is the sense of all their dreams of festive traditions? Here is a solid and ancient festive tradition still plying a roaring trade in the streets, and they think it vulgar. If this is so, let them be very certain of this: that they are the kind of people who in the time of the maypole would have thought the maypole vulgar; who in the time of the Canterbury pilgrimage would have thought the Canterbury pilgrimage vulgar; who in the time of the Olympian Games would have thought the Olympian Games vulgar. Nor can there be any reasonable doubt that they were vulgar. Let no man deceive himself; if by vulgarity we mean coarseness of speech, rowdiness of behaviour, gossip, horseplay, and some heavy drinking: vulgarity there always was, wherever there was joy, wherever there was faith in the gods.
Heretics, GK Chesterton
Had fun wandering around St Peter Port (main town/port) even in rain, and going for brisk hilly walk with aunt in afternoon. Slept like dog. Slept like very tired dog.
Highlight, however, was Great Turkey Hunt.
(Pardon terse narrative style. Late here, and fingers cold.)
Aunt mentions on Friday that she has not as yet bought turkey joint and will have to rise early (Saturday) morning to get one from Marks & Spencers. Said M&S being close to the hotel where we're staying in town, I offer to helpfully get it. Aunt draws map for me.
At 7am the next morning, I discover that M&S does not actually open till 8am.
At 8am, I discover that M&S is currently out of turkey joints, and will not have any in on Monday.
That evening at approx 5.30pm, while shopping with my aunt in her local supermarket, 5 minutes drive from where she lives, I find turkey joints in the cold meat section.
You know, this is too perfect to be invented.
It was a lovely break, in any case. With plenty of healthy exercise. Especially early in the morning.
---
Oh, and http://www.livejournal.com/users/viva_gloria/95146.html , the Secret Diary of Captain Jack Sparrow, is very funny indeed.
---
There are innumerable persons with eyeglasses and green garments who pray for the return of the maypole or the Olympian Games. But there is about these people a haunting and alarming something which suggests that it is just possible that they do not keep Christmas. If so, where is the sense of all their dreams of festive traditions? Here is a solid and ancient festive tradition still plying a roaring trade in the streets, and they think it vulgar. If this is so, let them be very certain of this: that they are the kind of people who in the time of the maypole would have thought the maypole vulgar; who in the time of the Canterbury pilgrimage would have thought the Canterbury pilgrimage vulgar; who in the time of the Olympian Games would have thought the Olympian Games vulgar. Nor can there be any reasonable doubt that they were vulgar. Let no man deceive himself; if by vulgarity we mean coarseness of speech, rowdiness of behaviour, gossip, horseplay, and some heavy drinking: vulgarity there always was, wherever there was joy, wherever there was faith in the gods.
Heretics, GK Chesterton
