A Very English Weekend

Well, English in the best possible sense of the word, something like I feel when I'm feeling patriotic - combining a strong sense of tradition with an intellectual fertility from a constant incorporation of other peoples' ideas. It started off with a dance at Cecil Sharp House by GIG CB, who play a monthly French/English session just south of Tower Bridge, and the odd Euro-ceilidh, with a mix of French and English dances, at Cecil Sharp. I turned up to find almost no-one there, but I'm glad I stayed, as an audience trickled in over the evening, including some people I knew (Chris, Mike, Sarah), and some I didn't (Mylène, Heike and her friends from the Goethe Institut), and I ended up having a very good time and being able to spread the French dance gospel a little! I almost missed a bus through talking to Mylène and Heike while absent-mindedly walking back towards Camden Road station - I'd forgotten that I was due to go back to Claywell to see Mum and Dad that night.

Cards

Christmas card envelopes for hand-delivery (the ones that went in the post were much more boring).