(Not a very apt title, I’m afraid – I am not, unfortunately, a clergyman, and I’m reasonably confident that our Vicar isn’t planning to trouser the proceeds. To the Parish the spoils, possibly).
While we’re on the subject of fetes, I yesterday attended our local Church fete and came away with the following –
1 tin wild pink salmon
1 can Boddington’s draught bitter (won in tombola)
1 packet Carr’s water biscuits
1 jar Nescafe Brazilia
1 tin cannellini beans
1 copy Mnemosyne by Jan Garbarek and the Hilliard Ensemble
1 copy Delius’s Violin Concerto and other pieces, featuring Tasmin Little
(many hundreds of losing raffle and tombola tickets not pictured)
The Boddington’s has – predictably – already gone (drinkable but a bit soapy). The cannelli beans will soon be making an appearance in a risotto. The salmon will, on past form, lurk in the cupboard until I realise that I’ve run out of any other type of tinned fish, when it will feature in some dish that really calls for mackerel or sardines.
In Greek mythology Mnemosyne was the daughter of Uranus and Gaia, the mother of the nine muses and the personification of memory. The disc is in the same vein as the same artistes’ earlier Officium. I think I shall save it for when I AM ON THE TRAIN – but, as a taster, here is Remember Me My Dear (16th century Scottish, apparently). The saxophone, I must say, divides opinion, but I like it.