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Science fiction, double feature

March 26th, 2006 (11:30 pm)

So: what was I doing at The Rocky Horror Show? Curiosity, for one thing; as well as a latterday tendency to take up almost any invitation which comes my way. Those with long memories might remember that it took a while for me to be persuaded to dress up at SocA banquets, and I'd really cast myself as an observer rather than a participant. However, in the company of rustica and Beruthiel, I happily made my way to the New Theatre, a lab coat hiding that I was very respectably dressed and that there were no fishnets lurking under my trousers.

Rustica accused me of firstly looking shocked, which was undoubtedly true; and secondly of not having done my homework during the interval; this had some truth, but I could with accuracy claim that I'd done more than I'd let on; I just wanted to join in where I wanted to and on my terms. I think I faced a few of my inhibitions - but I like my inhibitions. But next time - if there is one - who knows?

Sunday morning saw me driving across to Aylesbury for the christening of prince_eldarion. This took longer than expected thanks to ongoing work on the A34 which left several northbound slip roads closed. For a while it seemed as if all roads led to Islip. At last I made it to Bicester, via a single track road pointing to Weston on the Green which itself insisted that it was closed; and I made it to the service just in time. I'm really not familiar with Church of England services, but this one was friendly, led by an authoritatively pastoral veteran acting rector whose sermon recalled a youthful posting in a pre-gentrification Clapham in the days of mods and rockers. The congregation was concentrated in the centre of the nave, but the baptisms themselves took place in a magnificent font. I know little of architectural history, but kargicq explained that this font set a pattern for an entire family of fonts. I've only taken communion once in my life and am much more comfortable not doing so; but perhaps selfishly and superstitiously, I allowed myself a blessing.

It really felt good to be among the extended SocT elders again, and it was a pity that I didn't get to say hello to as many people as I would have liked. My excuse was that I was tired from the previous night's exertions! As I said later in the day, I felt that I have retconned myself into the earlier history of the society, having been a Tolkiensceptic in my younger days, and shamefully made barbed comments about SocT in the company of Naciens, when I didn't fully appreciate that the old hermit had a well-defined standpoint which I couldn't personally share. I am glad to say that I have repented, though I could never pretend to Tolkien scholarship or fandom proper.

I enjoyed seeing the children, too. prince_eldarion is a lively baby and was extremely patient and trusting during the christening. This was just an incidental reason why jane_somebody and skordh can be proud parents. kargicq and Neuromancer's daughter Katy was placed on guard duty at the door of the hall where the dinner took place and it was difficult for an adult to pass without reading her a story.


Posted by: Kargicq (kargicq)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 07:27 pm (UTC)

was difficult for an adult to pass without reading her a story

which you did admirably! It was good to see you again -- I liked and still like your 'retconning' description, by the way.

It's a shame you didn't get to hear a sermon from the previous incumbent (who has been promoted to a cathedral job somewhere, I understand). He was earnest, well-read, enthusiastic and completely impossible to follow: he would speak for 15-20 minutes without notes, and nobody (including him, I think) ever knew where on earth he was going. Rather like my own teaching style...

Posted by: parrot_knight (parrot_knight)
Posted at: March 27th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC)

he would speak for 15-20 minutes without notes, and nobody (including him, I think) ever knew where on earth he was going. Rather like my own teaching style...

You too? Then there is hope for me yet...

I'm always impressed by people who can speak without notes for long periods. Nikolai Tolstoy is one, as we always used to comment at SocA.