A fine night, unlike our previous meeting in February - and yet, fewer people! Not a problem, though. Two listeners [three, if you count Cara the dog, making her second appearance at the Art House to general oohs and aaaahs], one reader and three tellers. Chris told us about his friend Paul, a professor of botany in Honduras, and Pauls various brushes with death; our own Paul Butler told the story of King Dodon and the Golden Cockerel [a poem by Pushkin and an opera after it by Rimsky-Korsakov, and also the tale of the miser who carried coals to Newcastle, or rather slabs of gold to Heaven, which was, of course, already paved with the things. Tim, who describes himself as a walking disaster [at least youre still walking, Tim] followed up last times protozoan adventures with a brainbow trouts meditation on le boursin de Higgs [though any cheese discovered in the Hadron Collider is more likely to be raclette]. I, Mike, told E. Nesbits The Magicians Heart [ in The Magic World gutenberg.org/ebooks/27903 ] with deletions and accretions; and finished with my own version of Hebels Kannitverstan, which I call Mr Wodjersay [you can find the German here: gutenberg.spiegel.de/buch/331/6]. A good time was had by all!
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 14:45:21 +0000
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