Headology   2 comments

Chatting to ElfKat about coming out as a Pagan at work and it got me thinking. I remember twice when I shut up the piss takers and bullies.

 

Once when doing some filming on farmland while I was with the Re-enactment group. It was nighttime and we had a massive fire going, I was dressed as I usually was, only in trousers and hide boots. and just because there was some mutterings going on I sat down in front of the fire, while the rest of the group were spread around on logs or sitting on the grass, I sat so close to the fire I could have been spit roasted. My main reason was to dry my boots, which had got soaked. I had my Indian Dagger tucked into my belt. Anyhow, the mutterings got louder, so slowly I drew my dagger, flung my arms wide and looked up to the sky, looked down at the fire and poked it with my dagger. I started muttering in fake Irish/Welsh, which I used on the battlefield for the crowds. I saw a couple of the lads get up and go over to the trees, and come back, while the muttering was watching me transfixed. Any way I once again flung my hands wide and looked up to the sky, but when I poked the fire a massive tree branch moved violently and the Guy who had been talking about me summoning Deamons jumped about 3 feet into the air, from a sitting position. I just looked at the tree and gave a nasty smile towards the tree. Pocked again and again the tree moved, and so did he. We told him what was going on, but he did shut up after that.

 

An interesting aside to this was that the film company were, we felt, taking the piss, and a group of us who were not filming at that time were sitting on the ground leaning against a fence. I had a re-curve bow in my hands, pointing straight up. I pulled back as far as I could, then relaxed. For some reason I notched an arrow, pulled back only a few inched, still pointing up, and my hand slipped of the string. The arrow went skywards like a rocket. By rights it should have flopped at my feet. It still went up, and then came down, all in the space of seconds, and landed inches from the assistant for the director. straight down. Had it hit her, I would have been up on a murder charge, because at the speed it was going, it would have gone right through her.

 

The second thing was I got invited out with a few lads from work, just after moving in with Hilary. My best mate Chris, and two others from work. Anyway the other two were riding me all night, all the way though the film, and into the carpark afterwards. I just said back in a bit and I walked off a little. I once again did my hand raised bit a few times and said in a loud voice, that will learn them, too right it will. A few minutes later Chris pulled me aside and said “Dave, mate, look can you not do that again please, it’s shitting them up”

“No Worries mate, just doing what I had to do”

Never got baited from them again.

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  1. This had me in stitches, laughing out loud. I love your sense of humour.

  2. Cheers for that.

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