Well, it seems that I may have spoken prematurely in the matter of Churchill’s parrot. The BBC report that the staff at Chartwell, Churchill’s country estate, have gone through their photographs and records and found no evidence that he ever owned a parrot. The Straits Times has a story that Lady Soames, Churchill’s daughter, says the great man only had an African Grey, and that it never talked.

But what about the Norwegian Blue? Beautiful plumage! I’ll have more on this story as events warrant.

As this articlepoints out, the dawn of google bombing has broken, and no telling where it will end. I hope to use it to do a bit of promotion for Pirates. If you have an idea for a good phrase for us to use (‘best show ever’, ‘good times’, &c.) and/or would like to help us out, let me know in the comments.

And we’re still looking for a couple of basses or baritones.

January 20th is the day before the feast day of St. Agnes. Keats wrote a poem,
C. 1819, entitled The Eve of St. Agnes, inspired by the superstition that a girl
would see her future husband in a dream if she did certain things this evening.

Several interpretations are possible of this long narrative poem; I’m partial to the idea that
The Eve of St. Agnes is about dreams overtaking reality, but, then again, I’m a dreamer.
Full of wild and beautiful imagery, I like this poem.