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31 October 2005


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» The Wassail. (An excerpt of an other thing.) from Wax Banks
We're all too comfortable with our traditions. So often they were born in the hour after midnight. Back then the wassail was a dangerous thing: the time of misrule, the mummer's dance, servants demanding acknowledgement and recompense from their masters [Read More]


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