The Voodo Vendors

Down in the wilds of North Yorkshire, something stirs. Actually, something makes hell of a big racket : an electric bass and double bass act that answers to the name of the Voodoo Venders are playing the Blues Bar . They just happen
to be the best Blues band a lot of people in Harrogate have ever heard. Harrogate itself is a beautiful place, full of leaves and greenery, and money. One of the most beautiful towns in the country, home to some of the world's ugliest wazzocks. What monsters would walk the streets, were some peoples faces as unfinished as their minds.

Beauty and the Basket Case

A beautiful Hello.

How to initiate this log? To start follow the directions : handle with care, this way up. Fragile indeed. I just finished reading Sheri S. Teper's Beauty, a beautiful ( well, naturally ) book that is part fairy tale, part meditation, and part lament for all the beauty that is being lost from the world. It also has a sly passing dig at the origins of the Turin Shroud...

Old people find odd things funny. He told me about a time during those years we were apart, when he was in Italy to pick up a cargo which included a crate of relics. He was sent to the workshop where they were created and he saw them making miraculous shrouds. "The workman smeared a naked man with oil and wine and lees," he said, "then the man lay down on a linen strip and it was folded over him and patted gently to take the print of his face and body. Then they hauled him up without messing the print on the cloth, and put a cloth in the sun. When it had been in the sun for a time they brushed off the dried lees and it was like a painting." "Who was he supposed to be?" I asked. "Oh," said Giles, " He was all different saints. In the crate I took back to the ship there was one shroud of St Stephen with lots of arrow wounds painted on afterward, and at least half a dozen of Christ. It was enough to make a man sceptical. "

Well, yes. Preciesly. How delicously Prachettian!