Portent – The end of festivals August 2011 -
I think I was writing to tell you that the
weather here has been pretty poor. We are inundated with music and other
festivals here in Cumbria which I think is the main reason for the poor
weather. Hardly a week goes by without a festival of some sort. Last weekend
saw a Fake-Fest in the most cynical of our local towns - Maryport – it was
meant to be some sort of anti-festival event with cover bands the Killerz and
the Antarctic Monkeys and the Ever So Grateful to be Alive Band; but it is now
in its second year and the marquee blew down twice and the bar closed early on
the Sunday when a fight broke out in the Chill Out Zone just after morning
communion There are already plans for the rematch next year.
Our alternative incarnation bands - Mouldy
Metal and the Above Average White Band did a mini folk festival near Whitehaven
the same weekend – the marquee also blew down and we lost a couple of folding
chairs. There were a few stressful moments when the big pork pie was served –
the vegans showing signs of turning nasty. There were at least 3 other
festivals on that weekend and we also have the 2 week Cockermouth Festival
coming up. We are in danger of being festivalled
out.
I digress – which reminds me of an ex work
colleague – let’s call him Barry.
Barry could digress for Africa. He also
felt obliged, at every possible opportunity to make a speech or a point. I’m
sure that there is syndrome for it. At weddings, business meetings, retirement
events, opening of shops, birthday parties, funerals – Barry would make a speech – he would
stand-up or clear his throat loudly if people were already standing up and
launch forth into a series of digressionary stories totally unrelated to the
event. He didn’t need to know the person whose funeral it was or the subject of
the meeting – Barry would just sort of refer to the subject and then digress a
number of times into stories of his life. He had 20 stories which were quite
interesting (the first time) but paled (I used to tick them off on a check list
I made for the meetings I attended with him). 85 minutes is the shortest I’ve
seen him drone, and that was at a retirement cocktail party he gate crashed. He
said, and I will paraphrase here for the sake of our friendship, that he didn’t
know the person who was retiring but he couldn’t help overhearing that it was a
retirement party and that it reminded him of his (Barry’s) first day at work –
and so it went on … his kid’s first day at school – (she’s a Doctor now – you
know)…… when he met the Queen (story nr 11) … his divorce (tears)…
His great skill though is that he doesn’t
actually finish a story without digressing to the next one; but he can hold the
whole thing together by digressing in a serial fashion so that he can digress
from 1 to 2 then 3 to 4. He will sort of finish 4 and re-digress back to 3 then
to 2 then back to 1 and finish somewhere back on the subject – summing up what
happened at 4 for the ones who had fallen asleep. Unless you have heard the
stories previously there is no point in following. OH and never feel tempted to
ask a question. His trick for dealing with questions is to say ‘ I know nothing
about that question but that reminds me about my first day at work…….’
In business meetings, first timers are
convinced that there were wise words linking last month’s accounts to Barry
meeting the Queen in 1984 - but us old timers know different. I did try to stop
him once when I was chairing, but he is deaf to any voice but his own – he just
waits for a gap in proceedings and he’s off.
At least there wasn’t any Morris
Dancing. It’s the law that at any
cultural event in England (not Scotland or Wales or Ireland) there must be
Morris Dancers. I just don’t get it - sorry. Look – I cannot dance – but I
cannot see the skill in walking out of time wearing ribbons and bells and funny
hats and beards (must shave mine off for fear of being mistaken for a MD).
Irish, Zulu, Scottish, Tap, Ballet, Rugby League, – I see the skill and
athleticism (do the Welsh dance?) but Morris?
I’m told that Morris is derived from
Moorish – described as Rhythmic Stepping – dating back to the 15th
Century and introduced to drive out the Moor and Blackamoor travellers and
slaves across Europe. There’s pages and pages of the history of WoMD (Weapons of Morris Dancing) – just google if
you are really interested.
If I did not offend any Morris Dancers in
the writing of this blog – I apologise.