We had fun last night celebrating my house mate’s birthday ’til the early hours. Our kitchen is trashed, well it’s not that bad but it ain’t pretty. Before I go clean up, here’s a list.
What I learnt last night:
- Ian is lucky at cards; don’t bother bluffin’, or raising, he always got a straight.
- One group of my friends drink more than the other.
- People don’t like the idea of putting egg in a cocktail.
- 12 people around our breakfast table is snug.
- Cosmopolitans are more popular than Manhattans.
- Gin, Pimms, creme de framboise, fresh mint, fresh raspberries, lime and a dash of ginger beer make a great long drink; and supposedly tastes of a Sunny Christmas.
- Australians cheat at cards.
This evening we witnessed the lunar eclipse from the back yard. And as promised the moon turned red, well actually a shade of red that most of us would call pink. Having earlier stated that a red moon is usually “horrifically prophetic”, I have to admit that I’m not so sure about a pink one. I’m sure I’ll eventually catch tail of what people, I mean the very spiritual ones, are saying about this. I presume probably something about coming into a new season, oh yes of course, it’s called Spring.
When is Spring anyway? Tradition will tell us in the non-tropical northern hemisphere that Spring runs Feb/Mar/Apr, the meteorologists say Mar/Apr/May, and astronomers want to wait until the days have definately got longer in Apr/May/Jun. Bill Oddie would like you to join in with a public nature survey to spot the biological seasonal indicators, we’re talking fauna and flora here, like bumblebees and frogspawn.