The hour has come to wrap another Salon event with all the paradigm-shifting pomp and pageantry of the Red Queen’s playing card privates on parade!
Don’t worry! Alfred and Jarvis will have a subtly butlery team up to clear away the smashed crockery and the bones…won’t they?
Why not ask those two mouldering skeletons in tattered morning coats?!!
And watch out for the thistles growing through the shattered marble flagstones underfoot! Beware the creaking rafters overhead, take care the falling slates and collapsing timbers! The fossilised food remains, and the rusted, barely recognisable cutlery could be equally deadly!
Looks like it’s been a long, long time since this party got started… some things have changed out there, and we have to be ready for anything, including carnivorous Dyson cordless vacuums and man-eating Smeg freezers etc etc!
Correspondents fylGja and Gerbil specifically –your communications are much appreciated, as is your saintly patience! Thank you in advance for holding on past the bitter end like the last in line at Santa’s Grotto!
My lengthy responses to all of you formed the basis of something bigger than the Salon could contain so I’ve made them part of the coming week’s renewed focus on the occult side of Xanaduum, marking the Halloween spook-season of Samhain with a month of intense Mystical Arts instruction and dialogue!
Until then, let’s cut to what’s on the menu this rainy grey Sunday in Scotland…