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09.12  11.12 Giving thought to the opening of Wick Fete this lunchtime. What to say? 12.50 Car call for 13.00 in the Market Square. I am being collected by a member of the Wick Social Club Committee, our local pal formerly of the haunted house. 16.14 Punctual collection, arriving in the field opposite Wick Manor where the Harleys are arriving I…  II...  III...  A visit to the wonderful village Church I…  II...  … and then to the small stage for introduction by the Bredonborough Town Crier…  II...  Fete-Opening Words something-like-this… Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to celebrate the opening of Wick Fete and raise funds for the 12th. century church of St. Mary. Now within the Anglican tradition, at the time of its raising and construction it lay under the authority of Rome. The manor of Wike Burnell, a substantial country house of Wick and known to have existed in 1500, was at one time owned by Sir Thomas Anthony Babbington. Sir Thomas was executed on 20th. September 1588 for plotting the assassination of the first Elizabeth. In this Jubilee year of Queen Elizabeth the Second, perhaps the recusants of Wick are here to secretly celebrate the 424th. anniversary of a man who planned to return Christian worship of this nation to Rome. I feel it more likely, however, that we are here to have a good time and pelt Ian Vaux with wet sponges. Admission is only £1. I am not going to claim privilege in order to escape my obligation. Here is my £1 (waving a coin)! Perhaps some of you have read that my Wife Toyah was also to be here today. This is a lie, spread by the local gutter press with the aim of fomenting dissension at this happy event. Noting that the quality and success of a Fete Opener is measured in inverse proportion to their volubility, I shall say nothing more than: May we acknowledge that, at 13.32 on Saturday the First of September, 2012, the Wick Village fete is now open and underway. I then moved to be the first to cast a wet sponge at Ian Vaux I…  Who is without fault among you… I missed, with three sponges at close range, keenly aware of the poverty of my nature. A successful, wonderful event of the local kind I…  II...  ... which I was very happy to support, and felt privileged to do so. Returning home via the Vaux household, where a new member, Dopey Dog of the cockapoo variety, arrived shortly before the fete began. Computing underway. Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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