Sunday, 9 November 2008

Bar-Bar(sheep drinking)


Juan Carlos, the local one - not the Spanish King, celebrated his birthday yesterday evening. The actual day, Nov 4th had been obscured by the U.S.A. presidential elections and so he waited until saturday to invite his friends and their children.

The party quickly developed several poles, one centred around the kitchen table, a second outside around the fire, a third (largely adolescent and hormonal) in one of the bedrooms and a tiny one around the wood burning stove and a plate of fried mushrooms sitting on the top.
(sheep drinking)
The kitchen table was loaded with a jumble of tarts, pies and cakes that looked homemade and wholewheat. Outside people smoked or mournfully played brass instruments and in the bedroom something happened very close to a computer screen.

This evening Sean ceremoniously burnt a George Bush Guy Fawkes in a belated celebration of November 5th, gunpowder, treason and plot. Juan Carlos was again present though if he had shaved you would not have recognised him as he was dressed smartly in white shirt and black trousers.

The food was different too though it also was the centre of the main pole of the party. It looked neither hommede nor wholefood, but appeared styled and House and Garden.

The adolescents found another room, another screen, and a dark corner.

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