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We're off!!
Posted Oct 22, 2004
Well folks, my family and I are off to the Languedoc in southern France for half-term.
I will be offline until November so I thought I would take this chance to say many blessings for the New Year. I will raise a glass to you all.
Hope, Love and Purpose,
Matholwch /|\.
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Flying south for Samhain
Posted Oct 9, 2004
Well the year turns and the equinox is now behind us. Across the northern hemisphere the days grow shorter and the trees begin their golden dance as they show off their finery before settling down for the long sleep.
It is at this time that my family and I make our own preparations. At the end of the month we follow the geese and spend a short holiday in the Montagne Noir in southern France, the much esteemed Languedoc.
There we shall drink good red wine, pick walnuts and sweet chesnuts, dine out under the stars on fresh olives, goats cheese and still warm baguette. There is no TV or radio, only a CD player stocked with jazz, blues and classical music.
In evenings we will watch as the wild boar venture out and chase the rabbits to their beds.
I will raise a glass to all my friends here as we welcome in the Celtic New Year and bless each and every one of you. I will especially bless all those poor british druids, witches and heathens as they brave the frost to greet the sun on Samhain morn.
But that's not for a fortnight yet...so on with the games 
Bright blessings,
Matholwch /|\.
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A Viking we will go!
Posted Jul 25, 2004
Just to let you know this will be my last posting for a couple of weeks.
My family and I will be off to Oslo shortly so I will be offline.
A bright lammas to you all,
Matholwch /|\.
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The almost obituary.....
Posted Jun 23, 2004
Hello to all my friends here on H2G2,
I was intending to submit a carefully worded solstice greeting onto my Journal but I spent Sunday night in the local A&E and am now recovering at home.
Some of you know that I have an allergy to some curry spices and colouring and have had some unpleasant reactions. On Sunday I asked the local curry house if they could do me a simple biriani - no spices or colours - just rice and vegetables - and they said they could.
Well I nearly choked to death as my tongue and aesophagus swelled up to double their normal size and I tried to vomit up the offending materials. If Lorna hadn't hit me with my adrenaline pen and then summoned the paramedics I don't know what would have happened.
I was discharged as the first light of Solstice dawn hit the hospital (they don't keep you in in British hospitals if they can help it).
So here I am sitting at home feeling sorry for myself as the side effects of all the drugs that were pumped in to my system work their way through. Anyone know how to flush Adrenaline, Hydrocortisone and Pyriton out I would be most grateful.
I am now wiser, and thankfully older.
Does this count as a note from me mum to get off games?
Blessings,
Matholwch /|\.
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Selling faith by the pound.
Posted Apr 26, 2004
It’s sin that sells, the Vicar said,
And hellfire and damnation.
Keeps the pews all filled up,
With a fearful congregation.
No, its guilt that sells, the Rabbi said,
And mother’s kosher nosh.
Give them one day off a week,
When they can dress up posh.
Jihad sells, the Imam said,
Don’t listen to that Rabbi.
It’s a pity about the alcohol,
So I’ll just have half a pint.
Harmony sells, the bald monk said,
And it’s the key to happiness.
The punters love the tantric sex,
Whilst wearing an orange dress.
Sex does sell, the priestess said,
If you just have the knack.
And no matter what the rede requires,
We all look good in black.
Bollywood sells, the Yogi said,
And the Kama Sutra too.
If you’d like another god,
We’re not short a few.
Freedom sells, said the medicine man,
And lots of drums and dancing.
So come smoke the pipe of peace,
And then we’ll all be trancing.
Magic sells, the wizard said,
It gives you a sense of power.
Oh I wish I lived in Crowley’s days,
With young virgins to deflower.
Leather sells, the heathen said,
And all the Viking gear.
The Chainmail undies chafe a bit,
But hey there’s lot’s of beer.
Stone circles sell, the druid said,
They’re mysterious and chunky.
But we tend to take too many herbs,
Which is why we’re all so funky.
You’ve nothing I’d buy, the atheist said,
Not clothes, nor sex nor grub.
But we all blessed him just the same,
And went off down the pub.
Blessings,
Matholwch /|\.
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