Tuesday, 29 November 2016

29th November 2016 - Don't be a mug...

Thought for the day:"Making a wish before uncorking the bottle is my version of blowing out candles"

I seem to be surrounded by wonderful friends..  after I had my fall back in Germany - my favourite tankard - a gift from a good LARP friend, with ornate leatherwork, was damaged so hard that it could not be used. I dutifully placed it on my belt and let it jangle with the bells - as it was still a good advert for the Crimson Moon ... but I had to drink form another tankard...

Then a new tankard arrived - again a naked lady tankard - and duly inscribed with the words Vollsanger - here all week.
Sadly this only lasted a few events.. I did not damage it - but one day the bottom just fell off. The solder must have been faulty.

I sent it back to the company but they felt that it was no longer round and that they could not fix it - so it is on my shelf...

Then at the banquet for the wolves - a small parcel was handed to me.. and inside was a replacement tankard - brand new and leatherworked as was the first one .. I share it with you ...

 My grateful thanks to the wonderful work of Nikki ...

And so ...

By Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

or as I recall it - if you can keep your head when others about you can't... you don't understand the problem...

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