Go Tell The King

These are jewel-pressed days
These are wine sweet days
These are the days of plenty.
Go tell the King
His royal house is ready
And the poets sing
Without one clouded augury.
Go tell the king
That since he went
the messenger birds grew
languid, the bees pollen-crowned
gold as his horses,
say his bride is cream and honey
Dressed in silks from the sea.
Fresh almond trees blossom in her bower,
and only the wind stirs briefly
at tales of his far far war.
Go tell the king
When I see that silk, wind rippling,
and the corn reaching up to the sun,
I stretch out my own arms
I too am golden,golden.
Go tell the king
Whether he stays or goes,
A kingdom's joy untainted
grows under my heart.

Angels

I had two in the tank, and one died.
I replaced it. The replacement died.
Instantly I returned to the fish shop. They looked in the tank from which they fished me the new angel, there was a dead fish floating on top, so they knocked the money off my next purchase.  Now I have a lone angel, who chases the other fish around. It displeases me to think of animals that naturally shoal being alone. BUT:

Angels are aggressive and territorial. The possibility exists that second dead angel, despite having been in a dodgy shop tank, was not a victim of ill health but of murder; that  existing angel killed both the others, or stressed them out chasing them til they died.  Angels either pair or decidedly don't,  becoming best buddies, or worst enemies, carving out swathes of territory and fighting each other at every opportunity. The former is more likely, though not guaranteed, if they are male and female but angel genders are extremely hard to determine, even by experts.  And I do not trust those idiots in the shop, who told me that gouramis and angels could live together in a tank;  a cursory google advises the contrary, that such a plan would be the  piscine equivalent of Hannibal Lecter and Norman Bates sharing an end-of-terrace.

Getting another angel means that if it is smaller, it could be bullied, if it is bigger the angel already here could be bullied. There is always a hierarchy,enforced by, I don't know, however a fish that is basically a profile enforces its opinions.

Christ these are mean difficult buggers. No wonder God threw them out of Heaven.

I am going to call this one  Samael.

The 50th Dream

My bro is 50 this December, right at the end of it. Trying to work out something sufficiently splendid for his tastes is hard.
I've already got in touch with the Beeb  - no,they won't let us watch the filming of Doctor Who,no they won't let us borrow a dalek;  makes you wonder what the license fee is for.*
There's the Mysterious Package Company, which I would go for, but that's an over months thing, they may be late, and it still leaves us with nothing for the day.https://www.mysteriouspackage.com/
There's the College of Wizardy LARP but the latest event is in November.http://www.cowlarp.com/

A friend has suggested an evening's dining at the Ritz in one of the private rooms. Now I like the sound of this, but the only two rooms left are the Queen Elizabeth and the William Kent https://www.theritzlondon.com/events-weddings/capacities-dimensions-and-floorplans/ which come together at 5grand up until midnight with added £500 per hour after.This includes VAT, but doesn't include the food,starting at £79 per person for the set menu, drinks,decoration or entertainment.And what would we all do anyway?

I have a vision in my head born of my brother's hobbies and obsessions.We would all turn up in pure best, black tie,tuxes, cocktail and evening gowns, and swan around the Queen Elizabeth room til time to dine is announced, at which point we would eat and quaff in the William Kent most elegantly... then the service would provide us with dice, books, and the Gary Gygax AD&D screen and we'd play til dawn rose over Green Park.

I don't know if Bro would laugh or cry...

*Reading this I wonder if I need to signal vague ironic overtones or something. Which just shows it is possible to spend too long on FB.