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Okay, this is getting ridiculous…

wassail

We went wassailing this weekend.

Yup.

Wassailing.

Apple wassailing, to be specific. Or, as it is traditionally known in Sussex, howling. It doesn’t have anything to do with Christmas (or wassail); wassailing is an ancient pagan ritual performed in apple growing parts of the South of England. The locals dress up like elvish hobos, offer bread and cider to the trees and fire off shotguns to scare evil spirits away from the orchard.

You people think I make this shit up, don’t you? Well, I don’t. Every day in Angle-land is like King Richard’s Faire, but with older costumes and fewer chubby virgins.

I was going to tell you all about the ritual and shit, but for once in their miserable lives the locals started a ceremony early. We got there right on time, which was just in time to see the boogie-scaring fireworks and the traditional wassail bowl paraded back into the pub. Then everybody got pissed as newts on cider.

We did get to see the mummers in the pub, though. Yeah, you know what? I’m going to go lie down for a while.

But, hey, I get to keep my debit card.

Comments


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: January 12, 2009, 9:00 pm

If you recognized the debit card reference, pin a rose on your nose. If not, go here and scroll in 1:35.

If you recognized “pin a rose on your nose,” kick yourself in the nuts. Loser.


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: January 12, 2009, 9:08 pm

Of course, what The Weasel doesn’t know is that we got together in the pub, back in September, and just made a whole load of this crap up to ‘impress the furriner’.


Comment from porknbean
Time: January 12, 2009, 10:35 pm

Apple wassailing, eh? Does that draw in the ‘huggers and hippies?

In fact in early New England wassailing was associated with rowdy bands of young men who would enter the homes of wealthy neighbors and demand free food and drink in a trick-or-treat fashion. If the householder refused, he was usually cursed, and occasionally his house was vandalized.

Ahhh…a predecessor of the modern day lib dem.


Comment from Sarah D.
Time: January 13, 2009, 12:00 am

What?


Comment from Andrea Harris
Time: January 13, 2009, 12:16 am

You can’t fool me. That can’t be real. It was that “fire off shotguns” that gave your game away. Everyone knows that firearms have been banished from the British Isles and replaced by gooseberries. Whatever the hell those are. (I always envision feather-covered fruits with little beaks poking out of the end.)


Comment from jwpaine
Time: January 13, 2009, 12:00 pm

Not to go all Clavin on you, Andrea, but gooseberries are like currants; they grow on bushes. That and scrub pines are the only foliage that grows on my place.

[…]

Interesting. I just googled gooseberry, and it appears my ranch is in either Europe, Asia, or Africa. No wonder I can’t get the county to plow my driveway.


Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: January 13, 2009, 12:00 pm

I saw this on tee-vee over Christmas on a cookery program so I know it exists. They all got shitfaced on scrumpy and then went out with torches and poured cider on the roots of trees and drunkenly danced around. They didn’t have any firearms, but it was still a very weird scene. Southerners.


Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: January 13, 2009, 12:23 pm

In fact in early New England wassailing was associated with rowdy bands of young men who would enter the homes of wealthy neighbors and demand free food and drink in a trick-or-treat fashion. If the householder refused, he was usually cursed, and occasionally his house was vandalized.

Ahhh…a predecessor of the modern day lib dem.

Lovely. Another holiday tradition ruined by Liberals… well, in this case, an Xmas carol ruined by Liberal history. Oh joy.

This is one of those “knowledge is power, ignorance is bliss” moments, ain’t it.


Comment from Jill
Time: January 13, 2009, 12:25 pm

“No wonder I can’t get the county to plow my driveway”…

LOL


Comment from Enas Yorl
Time: January 13, 2009, 2:58 pm

God bless those pagans and their quaint heathen rituals.


Comment from Christopher Taylor
Time: January 13, 2009, 5:01 pm

Were the mummers mum, Or did they talk?


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 13, 2009, 6:38 pm

We’ve been rambling all the night, And some time of this day
Now returning back again, We bring a garland gay

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0B7sH5QLyXY


Comment from porknbean
Time: January 13, 2009, 7:03 pm

Oooo, Loreena McKennitt. I do love and have a lot of her music even though she is a bit moonbatty.

“Nor have I ceased to hope that in striving toward harmonious, integrated diversity, we will be guided by collective beliefs that will be life affirming at their core. – LM from her ‘An Ancient Muse’ insert.

Right, stick to the music Loreena, many folks, cultures, ideologies do not have that same vision.

Mummers dance is on ‘The Book of Secrets’

http ://www.quinlanroad.com/explorethemusic/bookofsecrets.asp
(mind the gap and enjoy the other selections)

Anyway, love the instruments, love her search for the Celtic influences, love her choices of interpretation/song…for example…’The Bonny Swans’ (at McGoo’s link, scroll down on the right for that one), Tennyson’s ‘The Lady of Shalott’, ‘The Highwayman’..which is rather a depressing poem, or ‘Dante’s Prayer’.

Prospero’s Speech, from ‘Mask and a Mirror’
http ://www.quinlanroad.com/explorethemusic/maskandmirror.asp


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 13, 2009, 7:13 pm

I liked what she did to The Highwayman, too.


Comment from Steamboat McGoo
Time: January 13, 2009, 7:21 pm

…and I didn’t see your reference to it. But I like the poem.


Comment from porknbean
Time: January 13, 2009, 7:22 pm

The Bonny Swans always reminds me that if those 3 sisters were me and mine…I would be the one pushed into the water. But…I would return, some way, some how, VENGEANCE would be mine…oh, yes, it would.


Comment from porknbean
Time: January 13, 2009, 7:35 pm

‘All Souls Night’ is a good one too and sorta goes with the post..

http ://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-qQHlWkSM_o&feature=related

What is funny about Loreena-type moonbattery is her exploration of ancient – quite violent – cultures, with a desire for diversity and understanding and whatnot, that would have gotten her roasted as a shishkabob back in the ancient day.
I still have the old Germanic tribal thing coursing through my veins. *strikes a ninja pose*


Comment from Allen
Time: January 13, 2009, 8:59 pm

He, whose name must not be spoken: The Sacred Bear. We Finns take our paganism seriously. Sky god, water/stone god, forest god.

What did you expect? Anyone who believes getting naked out of a smoking hot sauna should be followed with a roll in the snow has to be a little off.

It is invigorating though. My sauna has rocks pulled from Lake Inari for heating. Should I even talk about what that means? Spirits baby.


Comment from scubafreak
Time: January 14, 2009, 1:39 am

I have to admit, while Enya is more original with her music, Loreena McKinnett easily has the mark for vocal ability.

I have both in my collection.


Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: January 14, 2009, 1:06 pm

I still have the old Germanic tribal thing coursing through my veins. *strikes a ninja pose*

The combination of these two things amuses me to no end.

I’ve always been fond of McKennit’s music, but I kind of make a point not to bother learning about my favorite artists’ political views… too many times I’ve learned they’re all raving Libs and been sorely disappointed. So I enjoy their product (and yeah, no complaints about how much money THEY’RE making, and who else but the raving-Lib musicians were the first to scream bloody murder at the whole Napster ordeal? Not that they aren’t right, but it’s rather hypocritical old chap) and ignore pretty much anything else they have to say.

Ironically, I’m listening to “March of Cambreadth” by Heather Alexander at the time of this post. How can anyone with an interest in anything of this sort not like a song whose main chorus line is “How many of them can we make die?”?

😆


Comment from jwpaine
Time: January 14, 2009, 1:38 pm

I’m long inured to celebrities whose work I appreciate being complete leftards in real life. Alec Baldwin, a fine comedic talent, is a prime example. The Dixie Chicks, another. k.d. lang, yet another.

Every time I discover someone new whose work I like, I mentally crouch down, awaiting the inevitable stupidities.


Comment from jwpaine
Time: January 14, 2009, 1:44 pm

NtS:

Man, I’d never heard of Heather Alexander, but that chorus line intrigued me, so I’m listening to it now. Wow!


Comment from porknbean
Time: January 14, 2009, 1:54 pm

Nicholas, I don’t want to know any artist’s political views either, but they tend to like to let them be known.

Loreena’s last CD came out a couple of years ago and the insert took an obvious ‘tone’.


Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: January 14, 2009, 2:03 pm

Man, I’d never heard of Heather Alexander, but that chorus line intrigued me, so I’m listening to it now. Wow!

It is quite one of my favorites… managed to catch a performance at a RenFest not too long ago. 😀

Nicholas, I don’t want to know any artist’s political views either, but they tend to like to let them be known.

Loreena’s last CD came out a couple of years ago and the insert took an obvious ‘tone’.

I tend to get much of my music secondhand, or through non-physical means (purchase online and DL, etc.), so I tend not to get many of the inserts. The few I do have end up lost pretty quick… although in the case of one like that it might have just found its way to the nearest disposal unit.


Comment from Nicholas the Slide
Time: January 14, 2009, 2:09 pm

I should probably clarify… the performance at the RenFest was not Alexander herself, but someone else performing her song. I discovered Alexander when I got home and went looking for the lyrics and a possible MP3 version for home listening.

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