KW-36 Tomato sauces and manifestos

Hello, September. I always get excited in birthday month.

In Edinburgh from the top of Arthur’s Seat, on the longest day of the year, the sun doesn’t quite set. It just about dips under the horizon in the west, zips around to the east, and pops up again 2 hours later. One Midsummer’s night in the early 90s, a few of us clambered up the basalt outcrop in the middle of the city, and did Tai Chi at the summit. It was spectacular, and I don’t think I have ever felt energy like it.

At this point, I would rather liked to have added a photo of a young Pirate at University. Fortunately, I had the excellent good fortune to go to uni before people had high quality cameras in their pockets, and unlimited opportunity for sharing them. I spent most of my time surrounded by beer, in drag, or both. I shall leave the rest up to the imaginations of the reader. Or don’t. Which is probably better.

The middle of Germany is not quite the land of the midnight sun, but in Europe, everywhere north of Paris has at least a couple of days at the height of summer with …