Lean Pet Mince
This is advertised in a Bellingen Butcher's shop.
What are the poor fat pets to do?
A few more snippets from the first Bellingen visit:
At the fair that I described we met a couple making and selling leather shoes and thongs (remember we are talking footwear, not the kind that Monica snapped at Bill). In conversation we found out that they had stayed at Castle Leslie, Glasslough, the home of the famous Leslie family. Anyone remember Leonie who broke the mirror in my studio at Dargle? Or Sir Shane who gave a lecture on ghosts at the College of Surgeons in the sixties?
We attended 2 gigs in The Cool Creek Cafe, a kind of Old Bakery style joint (Castletownbere). Live music and good food and NO TALKING DURING PERFORMANCE. What lucky musicians, we never had that privelege. The first gig was by a singer sonwriter most memorable for her Godess outfit, black and red and streeling allover the place. She started affairs by performing an American Indian ritual of summoning the elemental 4 directions in a most annoying and syrupy fashion, aided by her partner rattling a snare drum. Sickening. Then she performed a passable rendition of 'La Vie en Rose', with a break for forgotten words (French not being her first language). Fair play to her she managed that glitch with professional grace. But the audience, apart from ourselves, were entranced. Gasps. Not a dry seat in the house. I wrapped myself on the knuckles for being such a musical snob. (He who lives in glass houses etc).
The second gig was elevating and inspiring; a Kora player from The Gambia accompanied by an Australian djembe player and a Gambian lady dancer. As you can imagine the rythms were irresistable and Jali Bubu's voice has a bluesy timeless story to tell. We have the CD to recall it.
Another night we ventured towards the river at dusk to see the flying bats return to the trees, an impressive Bellingen sight apparently. Alas we went to the wrong trees and found instead an unconscious man lying on the grass with no shirt on. I failed to arouse him although there was some sign of life so drove to the police station and reported his state to a trooper who didnt seem overly interested but promised to intervene. We think we have spotted the victim since, walking down town. Drink or drugs no doubt. It's great to see young people enjoying themselves.
We had a visit from Katrina Paye and her boyfriend of 5 months which was great fun. The same feisty and humorous Katrina we knew from Kenmare; always outspoken and affectionate. Really felt at home. We will see her again this month.
Georgina braved a full body wrap at a place called 'Totally Wrapt in Earth'. It was a huge success and Georgie made a great time with the lady who runs it. From her we found somewhere to stay, "Woodsong", while Koompartoo was unavailable.
What are the poor fat pets to do?
A few more snippets from the first Bellingen visit:
At the fair that I described we met a couple making and selling leather shoes and thongs (remember we are talking footwear, not the kind that Monica snapped at Bill). In conversation we found out that they had stayed at Castle Leslie, Glasslough, the home of the famous Leslie family. Anyone remember Leonie who broke the mirror in my studio at Dargle? Or Sir Shane who gave a lecture on ghosts at the College of Surgeons in the sixties?
We attended 2 gigs in The Cool Creek Cafe, a kind of Old Bakery style joint (Castletownbere). Live music and good food and NO TALKING DURING PERFORMANCE. What lucky musicians, we never had that privelege. The first gig was by a singer sonwriter most memorable for her Godess outfit, black and red and streeling allover the place. She started affairs by performing an American Indian ritual of summoning the elemental 4 directions in a most annoying and syrupy fashion, aided by her partner rattling a snare drum. Sickening. Then she performed a passable rendition of 'La Vie en Rose', with a break for forgotten words (French not being her first language). Fair play to her she managed that glitch with professional grace. But the audience, apart from ourselves, were entranced. Gasps. Not a dry seat in the house. I wrapped myself on the knuckles for being such a musical snob. (He who lives in glass houses etc).
The second gig was elevating and inspiring; a Kora player from The Gambia accompanied by an Australian djembe player and a Gambian lady dancer. As you can imagine the rythms were irresistable and Jali Bubu's voice has a bluesy timeless story to tell. We have the CD to recall it.
Another night we ventured towards the river at dusk to see the flying bats return to the trees, an impressive Bellingen sight apparently. Alas we went to the wrong trees and found instead an unconscious man lying on the grass with no shirt on. I failed to arouse him although there was some sign of life so drove to the police station and reported his state to a trooper who didnt seem overly interested but promised to intervene. We think we have spotted the victim since, walking down town. Drink or drugs no doubt. It's great to see young people enjoying themselves.
We had a visit from Katrina Paye and her boyfriend of 5 months which was great fun. The same feisty and humorous Katrina we knew from Kenmare; always outspoken and affectionate. Really felt at home. We will see her again this month.
Georgina braved a full body wrap at a place called 'Totally Wrapt in Earth'. It was a huge success and Georgie made a great time with the lady who runs it. From her we found somewhere to stay, "Woodsong", while Koompartoo was unavailable.
posted by Tim Goulding at Friday, January 28, 2005
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