Celtic Knot Candles; a History.
Or: how to become a
master candle maker.
It was about half past four o clock in the afternoon.
I was injecting cocaine directly into my eyeballs, no; sorry,
I wasn’t. I was having a cup of
tea. A cup of tea, and probably a
biscuit. I like biscuits especially
plain ones. So, I was having a cup of
tea and a biscuit. I was not injecting
cocaine directly into my eyeballs, I mean, who injects cocaine at half past
four in the afternoon?
Anyway, where was I?
Oh yes. I was making patterns
with this white powder. The sugar I had
spilled on the table. I’m not a
heathen. I make sure that I am wearing
evening dress, and I mean tails with white tie, not a skirt. So I’m properly dressed, at the table, having
a cup of tea and a biscuit when I had an idea.
I thought wouldn’t it be fantastic if I made a candle with a
10mm deep Celtic knot running all the way around it!
I know, it’s amazing the sort of ideas you can have when you
are not injecting cocaine into your eyeballs.
So; that’s what I did.
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