A bit of culture - courtesy of SPN

It's a funny old world, ain't it? Thanks to Supernatural, last year I met a totally charming chap called Dave (aka Dave Padacockles on Facebook). Dave is a classical cellist, and has his own string quartet, who play at weddings and suchlike - and Dave came all the way from Manchester, where he's based, to play at my Dad's funeral - for free - which was just so lovely of him, it still brings tears to my eyes.

So anyway, his Mum got re-married yesterday (coincidentally it turned out Dave's home town is where I live now), and his quartet had a recital this afternoon in a village hall just over the river from us. So of course I had to go - it was the least I could do after Dave's unsolicited kindness (a Jared photo op at A14 was a small token thank you!).

So we just had an afternoon of culture - Mozart, followed by Frank Bridge, tea and home made cake in the interval, then Schubert's quintet to finish. (And before you ask, yes, he'd brought along an additional cellist to make up the five!)

Anyhow, for anyone interested, here's my friend Dave's quartet playing the Londonderry Air. I admit, it brought a tear to my eye too.
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A matter of taste - a drabble

A matter of taste
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SPN100 Drabble Challenge: word count 100
Challenge word:  sore/soar
Warnings: Torture
Summary: Alastair appreciates the finer things in death, and Dean is one of them.

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Alastair appreciates the finer things in death. He’s refined his palate tasting only the most talented writers, musicians and artists. Who’d have guessed literary anguish would taste so sweet, or that there would be such pleasure to be found in creating disharmony from the sore vocal chords of sinful singers?

But this? This was the pinnacle of his achievements, the apogee of his orbit around the planet of pain. His fingers strummed across Dean Winchester’s ribs, a glockenspiel of raw bone, accompanied by a soaring crescendo of screams that made Hell’s walls ring.

Superlative art comes from the brightest soul.

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