This week’s words: Remain Walrus Acedia (sloth, laziness or indifference in religious matters) Scrawl Rathskeller ((in Germany) the cellar of a town hall, often used as a beer hall or restaurant. A restaurant patterned on the German rathskeller, usually located below street level.) Cinder Pull Striking Clump Television Coil Antipodes (Places diametrically opposite each other on the globe. Those who dwell there.)
‘You must remain,’ said the note, ‘within the walls of the Walrus Arms for fear of something worse than death.’
I turned the grubby piece of paper over and looked at the acediac nature of the handwriting. Surely the work some illiterate. The scrawl all but indecipherable the paper stained with the droppings of beer, wine and spirits the sort of thing you’d experience in any Rathskeller where the towns cellar dwellers congregated and gloated over their lowly status.
More often than not a place littered with the cinders of the establishment above it and often a place where legs were pulled as the truth was liberally adhered to.
It was refreshingly striking to all and sundry when a clump of the best of the Rathskeller’s, a thoroughly disagreeable lot called the Rathskeller Sausage and Sauerkraut Five, were featured on television one night doing their thing which consisted of a form of singing called ‘coiling’ in which one member would begin and the other members when joining in would try and put off the singer beside them with singing of nothing in common with him or her. It was immensely popular in the antipodes, especially in the country Dyspepsia just below the Equator and a little to the left of Mylantria.
I settled back to enjoy the entertainment the rathskeller had to offer with the grubby piece of paper with the acediac writing as my place mat.