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Oh, the Haggis, the Haggis. (1)..

Updated: Feb 16, 2023

Hamish McScrooge (2) has only recently taken up residence in Altona West. Hamish now runs a haggis shop that simmers beneath the glowering towers of the Altona West refineries, not a stone’s throw from Refinery Terrace. Hamish knows this is not a stone’s thow, as the basaltic shrapnel with which Marge habitually farewells departing merchant seamen occasionally falls short and lands in his haggis pot instead.. That such detritus makes little difference to the culinary qualities of his haggis speaks volumes for the limited dollop of gristle, a pinch of bones and a light dusting of old barley that constitutes his version of this Scottish delicacy. And when I say speaks volumes, it is just as well, for others have been rendered speechless by its mercifully unique flavour. Which brings me, neatly you will agree, to the Sunday Arvo Jam session.

The key ingredients of a jam session have traditionally been limited competence, with a pinch of enthusiasm, and a light dusting of musicianship to hold it all together. Sort of. At last Sunday’s egregious (3) jam each and every combination turned out some great music, and there were, truly, no duds amongst them. So props to Adam on bass, Chelly, Kay and Deb singing, Keef, Lee and another trumpeter whose name I do not remember, Ben on guitar, Bob at the piano, Louis the fly, Tom, Jack and all the others too humorous to mention. And to Captain Chaos for another afternoon of misplaced musical direction, which nearly half of the participants had the good sense to ignore., whilst the rest were just confused. No matter, it all turned out fine….

Would that Hamish McScrooge’s haggis was as good. TW


Obscure References: (1) A misquote from Apocalypse Now, itself a misquote from Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness, which was probably lifted from Shakespeare’s King Lear anyway.

(2) Hamish McScrooge: Hamish, you may recall, is the founder of the West Lothian Blues Society, which only held one meeting where they all got roaring drunk, due to a misspelling on the invite.

(3) Egregious: look it up. I do not mean to imply that the Jammers are a flock of sheep., although you do wonder sometimes…

TW

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