To continue the Henley Music Festival experience (that's a polite way to put it!), we moved, for the Saturday evening, from the river to land and dinner at
which, as you can see, was sponsored by a minor car manufacturer! Delicious though the meal was, these things become very fragmented as one dashes out, between courses, to listen to various musical acts in the assorted tents - these usually encompassing all types of world, ethnic or other delights.
This year we were treated to a two hour symphony of Abba songs (with the Bournemouth Symphony Orchestra and some excellent singers) to, in the Late Night Tent and till the wee small hours, Kanda Bongo Man. Rather extreme separation I thought!
However, our captain from the preceding Thursday evening, felt that we should start with something a little different...
which turned out to be (probably to diablog's own Pete, a confirmed river man, joy).....
...an 1898 Steam Launch, originally intended to ferry the Regatta judges and competitors about and now full restored by the Consuta Trust - stunning! -
seen here being boarded by our Captain and his crew (please, please try it one day for yourself) and from which we surveyed the delights of the place itself
and other Henleyers enjoying themselves as only they know how..
And what a finale to the fireworks (equal to any I have ever seen despite Engine Room's assertions...
Finally, diablog, I leave you with a taste of Kanda Bongo Man who, even though this is from an Australian TV show, added fun, dance, colour and joy to the Glynsky massive weekend out
Yours, diablog, in eager anticipation of the return next year - by which time I may have, literally, dried out.
Glynsky
21 comments:
Looking at your photos I'd say the weather sucked. And it seems to do every year.
Thus, I'm not too sad, that I missed Henley this year again. Like all past decades.
The Cartier Polo gets the better weather all the time.
ER
Dear Glynsky
Thank you very much for the invitation to Henley next year but I must decline. The wuss will represent me there. I think that I prefer Lisbon or even better Porto.
PS. Best Wishes from sunny Moscow.
ER you talk cobblers - part at night and blue sky with clouds. was cold at about 10 though - hey ho.
Dear Mr. SGM,
Your invitation to Henley (and the Glynsky garden party, but you are in Moscow, and Polo) is open to you anytime. You only return to the UK once in a blue moon, so it would need to be planned.
Your ever loving,
Bad sex,
Glynsky
Dear Glynsky
Thanks for the kind words and open invitation to such events.
Unfortunately my free time and weekends are precious and I prefer to spend with my family instead of with a bunch of Hooray Henries or Ra Ra Ruperts in Henley, who are there to be seen instead of to enjoy the event.
Back to Vienna tomorrow. Sunday to Mumbai.
My question are simple.
Why does SGM never stay in one place for more than a few days?
Why hasn't he been caught yet?
If we know he is in Mumbai on Sunday why don't the drug squad?
Yep, the question are simple!
By the way SGM, though for the music festival (on land) one has to wear dj, and there are no doubt some chinless wonders around, the great majority can probably be also seen, dressed differently, at WHL and the emirates.
Dear Pete
For what reason should I be be caught? I am just a simple International Businessman and in the words of Simon and Garfunkel "I'm just trying to keep my Customers satisfied"!
Dear Glynsky
At least nobody can call you a Chinless Wonder. A Double Chin Wonder yes but Chinless never !!
I too had to travel a lot once - no, alas, only to the International HQ for the odd foray with Christina.
Come on Glynsky, you are still young. Become a Consultant as you are great as an Insultant. No, honestly, with all your experience and languages you could do wonders for British exports. You are only as old as the woman you feel.
Back in Vienna
I'm as young as the woman I felt back in Vienna?
Be careful Glynsky as you still have your A Level exams in front of you.
What was her name? Something Jailbait?
My dear friend, you are confusing my question to your confusing grammer with your hazy recollections of Brno.
True, I was with Miss Jailbaitova but you had Mrs. Legova.
And to prove I can still cut it, I got pulled at Henley. Mme Glynskette and our phschiatrist JH were appalled. I had a good time!
The subject of two geriatrics discussing their sad lost sex lives is putting me off my morning coffee.
Glynsky, the only erections you should be thinking about is the tent city that needs to be built for your garden party, starting in a matter of hours.
Glynsky, who pulled you in Henley? A Tug Boat ?
So Pete, you are being a Traitor and going to Glynsky's Garden Party.
I am not impressed.
I hope it rains.
I hope that you have a terrible hangover tomorrow morning.
Can't wait for tomorrow. Off to the land of the Kama Sutra.
I tell you Pete, you can play good music on an old instrument.
Dear SGM
you are quite right I am being a traitor by attending.
However one of us had to go to keep tabs on the beast.
ER refused point blank to attend, and you can't enter the UK for reasons of your own.
However your wishes have come true and it is pouring with rain.
I fully intend to drink a great deal to cope with having to be there.
You and ER really should be thanking me for going, and not wishing death and destruction on the event.
Dear Pete
Thank you for helping us out. You are a real friend.
Actually, I regularly visit UK and they normally roll out the red carpet for me at Heathrow.
Better planning from Glynsky and I would have flown this morning to London and from there to Mumbai but it seems that he did not want 2Spurs Supporters at his event.
Avoid the marmelade sandwiches as left over from last season from the Emirates.
Enjoy it !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mes amis,
Mme Glynskette spent all night digging an underground arbour as shelter and to allow guests to marvel at her rooting system. Pete has a place reserved on the compost heap.
As for you, SGM, I had even mentioned you staying overnight and you airily turned me down, preferring 'bad sex' with others - which by the way is our interpretation of the Latvian for 'cheers'. So I wish you a monsoon.
Dear Glynsky
You have a way of twisting words or do you not hear so good. I turned you down as Mmm Glynskette is away and I could not stay a night alone with you at Glynsky Towers. I do have my reputation and innocence to think about.
There are plenty of 5 star hotels in London and many many taxis. I would not have disturbed anybody.
Just for info, the "bad sex" that you refer to is Estonian and not Latvian. Once and for all, I advise "Cheers" in the 3 Baltic Languages
Estonian - Terviseks
Latvian - Uz veselibu
Lithuanian - I sveikata
Now you know should you ever decide to visit.
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