Estonia IV (drip)
Our Church, Paimu Varna Church to be precise. As with most of the churches in this neck of the woods it is mainly Evangelical Lutheran, but they put on an Anglican matinee every week - although when we sang there the crowds were on the slim side.
Our purpose of the tour drinking in the local p... I mean, singing... that's right, good ole fashioned singin' in the church. It went well, given that we were a little light on the practising, but eventually Owain found out how to play the organ (all the stops were written in Estonian) and all was fine... in fact so fine that...
... we ran into this chap afterwards. He came up to us and announced that he had attending Balliol from 1967 to 1970. After a little bit of banter, he introduced himself as the 13th Earl of Carlisle... and he was a character, to say the least. He agreed to meet us the next day for a tour, and arrived with snuff all over him. That's right, snuff - he must have been having some and fallen over, Mr McGoo esque. The tours he gave were long, insightful, but got repetive and boresome after about 6 minutes - here is a plaque that I unveiled, and here is another... right down the road we go, oh look, here is another plaque which I paid for. In fact you can see people in the photo looking, well, not despondent, but certainly thinking of other, happier times.
It wasn't I, but someone managed to hit the E to the C in the crossfire in a snowball fight... alright then, it was I... you got me.
Our purpose of the tour drinking in the local p... I mean, singing... that's right, good ole fashioned singin' in the church. It went well, given that we were a little light on the practising, but eventually Owain found out how to play the organ (all the stops were written in Estonian) and all was fine... in fact so fine that...
... we ran into this chap afterwards. He came up to us and announced that he had attending Balliol from 1967 to 1970. After a little bit of banter, he introduced himself as the 13th Earl of Carlisle... and he was a character, to say the least. He agreed to meet us the next day for a tour, and arrived with snuff all over him. That's right, snuff - he must have been having some and fallen over, Mr McGoo esque. The tours he gave were long, insightful, but got repetive and boresome after about 6 minutes - here is a plaque that I unveiled, and here is another... right down the road we go, oh look, here is another plaque which I paid for. In fact you can see people in the photo looking, well, not despondent, but certainly thinking of other, happier times.
It wasn't I, but someone managed to hit the E to the C in the crossfire in a snowball fight... alright then, it was I... you got me.
posted by Tim Trudgian | 6:13 pm
2 Comments:
Hi Tim, Thanks for your phone call from Estonia Christmas Eve - enjoyed by all - Knowlesy didn't make it but we did still have the customary reading of 'Twas the night before Christmas' by 3 way phone hook up. He has promised not to miss next Christmas (by next, I mean this). I am becoming a seasoned 'blogger' now with 3 people I am following on their o/s journeys so I will try to make a regular comment. Sounds like you had an excellent time in Estonia - looking forward to reading your entertaining escapades in Berlin. Much Love Mrs Ogre
Having not checked the site for a while I was quite behind but was brought up to speed by Will Usher's theatrical rendition of E to the C and of those in the background. Good times.
Much Love Mr Dore
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