June 21st, 2010

Midsummer Revels

1. We went to the inlaws yesterday afternoon. I'll admit to a twinge of resentment that we were celebrating Eric's fatherhood not mine. but that's my own silly fault for teaching the kids that Father's Day is utterly bogus- which it is. Alice rang while we were out. And Odi- who sees us as her adoptive parents- rang in the morning.

2. I thought the World Cup would be ghastly, but I hadn't anticipated the French team going on strike or John Terry attempting a coup d'etat against Fabio Capello. Actually, all this is so ghastly it's fascinating- which is more than can be said for anything that's been happening on the pitch. I asked Ruth (who knows about football) why our lot have been playing so badly- and she said it was because they're a bunch of spoiled brats who can't work as a team. I wonder when the penny is finally going to drop with the relentlessly exploited, relentlessly betrayed fans that they're being sold a crock of shit.

3. I see they had a lovely morning for it at Stonehenge. These pictures on the Guardian site are really rather special.

Since It's The Solstice...



                                    The sun stood at noon

                                    And the sea was transparent,

                                    The sailors broke bread

                                    In the shade of the sail,

                                    When a boy, mother-naked,

                                    Leaped out of the water

                                    And climbed to the crosstree

                                    And held up his hand.

                                    "Listen," he said,

                                    "You most fortunate mariners,

                                    I am the twice-born,

                                    The love-child of Zeus.

                                    I was a beast

                                    On the mountains of Thessaly;

                                    I was a fish

                                    In the depths of the sea.

                                    Mine is the way

                                    Of the cup and the dance.

                                    Take leave of yourselves

                                    And come party with me."

                                    But the sailors weren't listening

                                    But climbing the rigging

                                    And swinging lassoes

                                    In an effort to catch him-

                                    To hold him for ransom

                                    Or sell him in Naxos,

                                    But just as the first of them

                                    Reached out to grab him

                                    The ropes turned to vines

                                    And broke off in their hands.

                                    They tried to jump clear

                                    But he touched them with magic

                                    And twelve pretty dolphins

                                    Fell smack in the sea.


                                    It was just after noon

                                    And the sea was transparent,

                                    The dolphins were leaping

                                    Abreast of the prow

                                    As, wrapped up in leaves

                                    Like a sea-going garden

                                    With bees flitting round

                                    The black grapes in the rigging,

                                    Steadily, swiftly,

                                    The ship travelled on.