Worst Case Scenario
Last weekend we had more sunshine than for most of the previous summer, and took the opportunity to engage in outdoor activities. Initially this involved painting the fence, which is determined to turn green, but then we remembered one job that has been lurking in our hallway all winter, because we didn’t deal with it earlier. The seating and tables which, in our road, make us the household statistically most likely to win a game of musical chairs, have been loitering in the hallway since the last event that needed outdoor seating. Again, based on the weather, I expect that was probably back in July some time, but we Brits are pretty hardcore when it comes to sitting and eating, and really only one the two supposedly equally important criteria must be...
Surviving A Zombie Apocalypse In The Beast
As a naturally positive and realistic person I have come to the conclusion that with the van we would be well placed, should the need arise, to survive at least the first wave of a zombie apocalypse. It’s important to consider, because otherwise what if it comes up on a pitch application. An unprepared trader would not be able to give a satisfactory answer. When the attack is initially announced you take the opportunity to stock up the van with fuel and food. During the on-season we will have all this ready to go, so ideally we’d need an apocalyptic infection on a Friday, just before a long weekend. The trick is to not panic at this stage, because that’s what everyone else is doing. So we pack everything into the van, including the generator, the...
Part Deux
Friends, Romans, countrymen. Doctors, IT consultants and gardeners. Ornithologists, philatelists and train-spotters. Miscreants, vagabonds and people called Rupert, it is time. I only wish we could have done more. Let me begin, therefore, with an apology for not having more room, more time and more money. If strangers posted anonymous cash donations through our door once in a while, we would not be in this situation. We are embarking on our second Jabberwocky tasting, and plying a few of you good folk with food, in the hopes that we will learn something from it. Whatever wisdom does seep forth I will be sure to share with you, even origin-of-the-universe-stuff, should it come up. I find myself in a rather poetic mood today, which appears to be influencing the need...
Not an Arts and Crafts Project
As I am currently in the freestyle sector of employment I find myself blessed with much additional time for helping the Jabberwocky achieve its potential. So far this has encompassed hours of outstanding applications, paperwork and even an attempt at taming the finances; a mysterious and elusive beast with no corporeal form which vanishes if looked at directly. Having ploughed through this work I was then able to turn my attentions to the blog. I gave it a little sprucing up and wrote a few new pieces that are currently still in the wings waiting for their chance to sweep onto the internet for all marvel at. Now I may, at times, be prone to a little over exaggeration. At any rate, during an especially seasoned rant about the way the Jabberwocky will change the...
Dear Prospective Host
In this world there is much to be enjoyed, and savoured, and shared with loved ones. The smell of the air after a thunderstorm, the feeling of coming home after a long absence and the taste of a food that delights the soul. A simple joy of life is all we can hope to take from this world, and surely the greatest joy is achieved by giving happiness to others. The Jabberwocky is the start of something bigger. In the grand scheme of things, where the exchange of goods is paramount for the survival of the species, it represents a new flavour. In a world where it is easy to become accustomed to the cycle of acquisition, use and disposal it is a growling fiend in the monotonous chain of non-cuisine. It is wrenching free of the trend and striking out towards a bold new...
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