Annie’s Christmas Countdown Day 4 - Gloucester Wassail
Wassail, wassail all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown.
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
With our wassailing bowl we’ll drink to thee.
Wassailing was the practice of drinking to the health of the village’s cider apple trees, to ensure a good harvest. The associated wassail beverage would have been a hot mulled cider with nutmeg, cinnamon and ginger. This particular wassailing carol dates back as far as the Middle Ages.
This one comes arranged by the incomparable Loreena McKennitt. Expect more of her soon.
Only 17 followers away from the big 1k.
Expect absolutely nothing to happen when we hit it.
In other news, went to carols at the Sheldonian last night. There is a Gorgon on the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed before, which was pretty cool. Also pleased to note that they still have the same 6 carols and the same solo piece they have had for the last 5 years. Sadly lacking in the guy with the orgasmically gorgeous bass voice who used to sing O Holy Night. You know, that guy whom I described to my God-bothering housemate from two years ago (who has incidentally gone into the God-bothering business, which from what he was telling me on Sunday seems to be distressingly like teaching) as “that guy with the orgasmic voice” and it then turned out was a friend of said housemate and came round for tea later that week. Man, 3rd year was great.
I always find religious services fascinating, speaking as an apatheist agnostic with an interest in folklore. The speaker last night was talking about feeling a hole inside and claiming that this meant there must be something “bigger” that would fill it. While I, standing on the outside looking in, thought it seemed fairly self-evident that everyone feels like that and that perhaps part of the reason organised religion developed was society’s attempts to plug that hole.
Is it too late to do a degree in folklore?
I’ll never understand people who don’t drink alcohol
Maybe they know what alcohol can do to people, maybe they fear liver failure, maybe they had a family member or friend that died from an alcohol related accident, maybe they don’t feel the need or desire to drink, it’s really not that hard to comprehend
I’ll never understand people who DO drink alcohol. It only tastes nice if you learn to drink it, so why bothering to learn to drink something that hurts you? I have a terrible fear of losing control over my mind, so the one time I was stoned was extremely scary and I can never understand people that like getting drunk. Seriously, you guys are really fucking scary when you’re drunk. Also, I can’t drink because of my medication, but I never say that, because then people just go ‘Awww, ok!’ and I want them to know that I just really hate alcohol. I can have loads of fun without it and remembering it the next morning and while not throwing up in a toilet. Thanks.
Sorry, but I really feel.. kind of attacked by your comment? I mean, I regularly drink alcohol and I totally get where you’re coming from and why you don’t want to drink alcohol. Still, that shouldn’t give you the right to go and generalize all us alchohol drinkers. I know plenty of people who are hardly scary when they’ve had a drink (including me) and maybe I like the taste, maybe I just like to have a glass of wine during a sunny day because it feels good and makes me feel relaxed. Maybe I like a few drinks when i’m going out because yes it makes me feel more confident to talk to people and less restricted. That doesn’t make me scary and it doesn’t make you any better/any less whether you drink alchohol or not.
I wouldn’t normally get involved but I’d like to elaborate on the “scary” front. Background: I don’t drink, and haven’t since I was fourteen. At that time it was a moral choice; now it’s just habit.
Last year, one of my housemates came back from a party completely gazebo’d. She did have friends with her who were able to look after her, so that was fine. But it was scary as all heck because that was my first experience of being around someone who was really really drunk and she was just so… weird and wobbly and loud and generally not-right and it was extremely unnerving to be around.
I think the person you’re replying to is on a bit of a high horse about it, but I can relate because I sat on that same horse for most of my teen years. I’m a bit more mature about it now, but I still prefer not to be around people who are drinking in any quantity because it really freaks me out.
Shout out to whoever it was at the maths talk who submitted the question “Could Sherlock have survived the fall?” to the panel at the end.
Bonus points for “What does the fox say?”, which was deemed to be too complicated to be dealt with in 10 minutes.
Annie’s Christmas Countdown Day 3 - In Dulci Jubilo
I could have posted a nice choral version of this classic carol, but instead I’m just going to leave Mike Oldfield here. I’m not sorry. You’re welcome.