York and a party

At last; a beautiful city in the north of England.

( York, and Barley Hall )

( Strange medieval food )

spiraltower speaks of his work from time to time on his lj, and it sounds wonderful; jester and musician, steward and actor, so many different roles: One thing he has never mentioned is just how good he is at what he does. Last night, he had us laughing, roaring, stamping and generally acting like 25 amphetamine-crazed Henry VIIIs on a binge-carouse, as he and his partner-in-crime** enacted Chaucer's Nun's Priest's Tale (with added tarantulas), the true story of St George and a decidedly Welsh dragon, rogue morris dancing and music from pipe and drum. I applaud his talent and his excellent company, though alas! We never have time for more than genial twitters of hello and goodbye, for stuff is always happening when we meet. One day a sit down with pipeweed and ale (or a very fine wine) and lots of time would be a good thing.

And today?

I am doing absolutely sweet nothing today.

* And thus, the pie was born.

** I don't have the lady's name unfortunately.