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Bah, I should have posted about this sooner. Life is getting away from me again.

This Sunday is once again Kirtlington Lamb Ale, home of sunshine (yes, always, I promise), ridiculous morris-dancing, sensible dancing with swords, and beer. And cake. It seems I last did a proper write-up of the event some years ago.

Anyone fancying a short jaunt into Oxfordshire countryside to see a pretty village, some dancers and some occasional weirdness is invited to check out the schedule. Actually there's stuff going on all weekend, but I shall be there only on Sunday.

I'll be there with my rapper team, Mabel Gubbins, which will feature two of our (very) new recruits dancing in public for the first time. Anything could happen.

ETA hjalfi points out that the Kirtlington links don't contain any actual location to head to. Kirtlington is a smallish village, about here. It's small enough that if you head to it, you'll work it out :)

In tangentially-related news, this article in the Daily Mail sounds like bollocks to me. OK, that wasn't really news, was it ?

Well, Friday night was pencilled in for staring blankly at the wall. However, it was much enlivened by the unexpected arrival of a davefish and a keris. Got to catch up with them for a while - especially keris, it's nice to see her back on the right landmass again - to a background of clanking and cursing as Andy crawled round the floor trying to sort all his tools back into the right boxes.

Saturday morning, I did normal things. I got up, and pottered about doing bits of shopping and that. Like you do on a Saturday morning if you're not me.

Then I went off for ( weekend weirdness in Kirtlington. )

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