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I had a thoroughly enjoyable filk con, despite the preceding wild excitement. I actually stayed up a reasonable while for the Saturday night circle for once, and regaled people with me little ukulele. Nobody killed me, so it must have been OK.
Today being Shrove Tuesday, my church held a fish & chip supper. It's traditional; apparently Shrove Tuesday used to be the day the church got a spring clean, and one year the cleaners couldn't face the thought of going home and cooking in the evening, so they went down the chippie instead. Eventually this morphed into getting fish & chips delivered, and was someone supposed to have done some cleaning? These days we add a bit of entertainment, so I sang Mercedes Lackey's "Dark and Stormy Night" to general amusement.
Young Jacob declared it to be his favourite day of the year. He had pancakes for lunch, and fish and chips for dinner!
Today being Shrove Tuesday, my church held a fish & chip supper. It's traditional; apparently Shrove Tuesday used to be the day the church got a spring clean, and one year the cleaners couldn't face the thought of going home and cooking in the evening, so they went down the chippie instead. Eventually this morphed into getting fish & chips delivered, and was someone supposed to have done some cleaning? These days we add a bit of entertainment, so I sang Mercedes Lackey's "Dark and Stormy Night" to general amusement.
Young Jacob declared it to be his favourite day of the year. He had pancakes for lunch, and fish and chips for dinner!