Hi Space Dog, this point has in fact been covered earlier in the thread, although I don’t blame you for not wanting to wade thru it all to find the answer (and this, boys and girls, is one reason why it’s nice and helpful not to pad the thread unnecessarily, even if you are bored witless at work).
Anyway, it’s easy to spot us because of course we’ll all be wearing a leather apron, a head-dress of ceremonial antlers and a bangle made from the metal of a melted-down horseshoe, as required by the statutes governing real-life meetings of Dopers on English soil. Upon approaching, you must declaim the secret password using the old-Latin pronunciation, and offer the secret gesture with one knee slightly raised. Having thus identified yourself, the currently elected Lesser Moose will extend the Ostrich Feather Of Loyalty, upon which you must spit while reciting your Board Name. You will then…
Oh, forget it. Space Dog, trust me, I worried about this the first time I ever thought about coming to a Dopefest, but in real life there’s just no problem. It’s pretty easy to spot which are the Dopers, and we’re a very friendly bunch so you only have to ask (there won’t be THAT many clumps of people congregating on Charing X stn at 12.30 for 1 ish). Trust me, you’ll be made very welcome and it won’t be a problem. See ya there!
I used to go to some bitchin’ parties in Hobbiton. I know it seems all jovial and pleasant during the day, but at night it turns into the Ibiza of Middle Earth.
Unfortunately I’m going to have to cut out early this time as (fool that I am) I’ve agreed to work Sunday and must be fresh faced and attentive for those charming weekend library patrons.
I’m figuring I can stretch to 10:30 at the very latest.
You have to bring it! I’ve already dug out my Sax so we can have another DopeJam session like last time! I’m not sure whether although without Kal we’ll have no Trombonist.
actually, heading briefly back into reality. I hate the recorder. I can’t stand its sound - it gets right on my tits.
[sub]thats not intended to detract anything from your ability though - i’m sure you are marvellous. Maybe i’ve just never heard it played properly.[/sub]
Right, I’ll bring a spiffy suit, a fedora and a big, shiny 50’s style microphone. I can do a selection of Sintara and Nat King Cole hits, as well as a few Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald ones, but I might need a few extra cookies to keep my strength up (and I’ve heard that rugelach does wonders for the throat).
You haven’t then. Played properly, on a real wooden recorder, that’s been properly seasoned, the recorder is a rich, smooth sound. Of course it needs a person who knows how to play it. There is more skill required in playing recorders than is taught in schools.
In fact, I shall bring my recorder, simply to fight ignorance about it. I will agree that a badly played recorder gets on my last nerve. It really really grates.
