Political Ambitions From Back Behind Bars
I felt a lot better than I probably had any right
to do the following morning, although the truth be told, I hadn’t
drunk that much, and had the sense to load myself with juice
before hitting the sack. You know you can’t have been that drunk
when you’re sober enough to take such sensible precautions.
Although yesterday was our last show, we did have
one more performance, in that today we had an engagement
with the Mayor of Liepaja. Jonathan was obviously taking this very
seriously as he spent an age in the morning trying to tie his own
bow tie. He was strangely proud at the end of this particular performance
that it would be obvious that it wasn’t a clip on, and that he’d
tied it all by himself. There would, in no way, be any doubt whatsoever
in anyone’s mind that that was a clip on, although I know realise
that there probably is a market for clip on really badly tied bow
ties. Of course, the tie was in addition to the usual jesters garb.
We were led by Ieva and Ed to our rendezvous, and
it has to be said The White Leg Circus made a wondrous spectacle,
lining the corridors of power with a shower of white faced clowns.
In their ever graceful manner we were ushered up huge staircases
and along corridors to a majestic gallery where we were to meet
the man in charge. It goes without saying we were a little bit late.
The Mayor was however very cool about the whole situation, by simply
being even later, if only a few minutes. Then accompanied by his
entourage, we were led into a large conference room to discuss what
we’d been up to, what we planned on getting up to (at least the
bits we were willing to admit), and to cut to the chase, council
funding for White Leg projects.
The Mayor commented conversationally that he had
seen us the previous evening, in the prison … so I asked him if
he spent a lot of time in prison, and smiling he suggested that,
no that wasn’t something he did often and proceeded to ask me if
I spent a lot of time there myself. At which point, Jonathan added
“You wouldn’t go very far in Italian politics”. The Mayor very wisely
moved swiftly on, but I feel that we may have blown any chances
of doing a tour of Italy. I should add that there were TV cameras
while we were at the Prison, so I’m guessing he saw it on TV, and
we weren’t being followed around by Latvian politicians or their
flunkies while we were there. I’m guessing this. I don’t know for
There was then needless to say, a lot of talking.
Some of it I even understood, but given that most of it was in Latvian,
and, some of it was in Politician, and we only had a translator
for one of those we’ll wait to see what comes of it.
As we left we were introduced to the wonderful
lady who’d been responsible at this end for helping get us across
the Polish/Lithuanian border. We couldn’t, and still can’t say thank
you enough to her, and for that matter, everyone else who helped
us. Including the ambassador of course.
We then hit the council café on the way out, and
for one reason or another got some very funny looks. I’m guessing
they were simply amazed at how well Jonathan had tied his tie. Or
maybe they’d been reading the Xantern papers and realised just how
famous we now were.