Although the concert we attended on Sunday was in a garden shed, it did in fact provide a grand piano (true story).
I don’t know if you’ve ever heard this sound yourself? I imagine it is the sound of civilisation rushing in to fill the abhorred vacuum where the magic used to be.
I recently realised that the entire purpose of the human race, from an evolutionary point of view, is to keep the batteries charged in our mobile devices.
BTW, now I am a published artist (well, doodler). Karen sang there on Wednesday, “I loves you Porgy” and “Love me or leave me” in Nina Simone style. She was fabulous, and I am so proud of her.
I hope I invented this one — it’s been sitting around on my “to do” pile for some time now. If not, please let me know who it was.
Or as Michael Flanders had it:
June just rains and never stops:
Thirty days and spoils the crops.
More capers from Cornwall. Karen pointed out that she helped.
See also this comic.
At last, here’s the output from Adam Murphy’s comic drawing weekend at the Ashmolean. Took a bit of finishing and, though the festooned bass viol appears to be of wildly variable size, I’m fairly pleased with the result.
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Ladies — this has gone too far!
I need another bass viol — if we’re to play the five part Byrd fantasia!
Hower are you going to do that on /your/ pension, Susie dear?
Well spotted, Emma. If you’re all ready, I’ll propose a way we can get one…
OLD LADIES in HEIST at the ASHMOLEAN
The “Somerset” bass — the only one of its kind
Unfortunately, it’s kept in the most secure museum in the world…
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crazy, maybe — but I didn’t do that seismology OU course for nothing!
ZERO HOUR is in three months — Emma, you’re on Chemistry; Laura: Robotics; Eileen — social networks
and Alison… you’ve got a special job — knitting!
3 MONTHS LATER
[under the Ashmolean] Mole Ian – whir dig whir
~STOP~ tick tick
meanwhile in the security control room…
{pretty quiet today. Just how I like it}
[suddenly…] RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
strange – the whole building is shaking! must be an earthquake!
[and in the ladies’ loo…] quake’s /exactly/ on my prediction
Now, come on Laura!
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[Under cover of the quake … breakthrough!] CRASH! CRACK!
{why do they make the cubicles so small?}
{at last — quake’s stopped}
[Eileen’s been busy too…] FLASH MOB! ASHMOLEAN 3pm BRING INSTRUMENTS
[and soon the museum begins to fill up]
[at 3pm all over the museum]
[security are on high alert!]
LADIES
{one more musician isn’t going to be noticed…}
{and here it is}
PRESS
ZZAP {cameras down!}
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Now Emma’s chemistry on the glass…
🙂
this knitted viol on a balloon will cover my tracks for a few minutes [clingfilm]
{now, nonchalantly!}
hey — you!
{made it!}
one short bus ride later…
Ladies! I’m home!
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now for some music!
scrunge! screech! scrape!
No! No! No!
hey! this “viol” is made of papier mache!
~~ flutter ~~
Beat you to it, ladies! signed Old Men’s Viol Consort XXX P.S. come round and play Byrd some time!
Happy Friday 13th.
Adam had us drawing comics inspired by random words this week. I was shocked to get “Darth Vader” and “flying Ninjas” together with the more tractable “an unexpected visitor.” Not being into martial arts films, ninjas have somewhat passed me by, so I substitued vaguely Middle-Eastern warriors. Having seen Star Wars just the once (when it came out) I didn’t remember much about Darth — maybe he isn’t as cuddly as I remember. I left off the panel with the group hug, just in case.
Pace historians. It’s just a joke, all right?