🎶'Alas, what hast thou done?
Thou art a pynke ponye girle
Yn the daunse at the clubbe!'
'Nay, modir! Ich do but seeke for mirthe
On the stage yn myne heeles,
It ys wher Ich belong downe at the
Pynke Ponye Clubbe
Ich shal keepe on daunsing
Downe yn West Hollywoode' [lute solo]🎶
@EleanorMorton Did it one summer I the early 90s. My favorite was when you had to scare the $&** out of rugby fans on their way back from Murrayfield. It was always fun leafleting in a latex skull mask too, specially waking folks having a nap in Princes St gardens.
@JaneyGodley Ha you nearly got me but that's Methil, just round from the (holy crap I didn't know this) two Bronze Age cemeteries the town somehow has.
@jjbbllkk O oops I thought it was just a fancy mastodon instance. I think I just followed someone else who had identical mastodon and cohost handles (ie with their name) and I got confused cos it didn’t work this time
@oordtcj@growing_daniel It’s fine to skim them bits. I haven’t got a clue about which bits are which but the characters and plot hold up. POB even takes the piss with assorted characters as stand ins for the reader who are likewise befuddled.
@EponyMowse@growing_daniel@EwaSR Was introduced to them initially by my late wife (I’d thought “but I’m not that interested in ships”) how wrong I was.