“To mak sauce madame tak the tharmes of a gose and slit them and shave them clene then tak the gossern the wings the skyn and the soule of the gose and put them all in a pot with mynced onyons mynced wardens and grapes rostid then rost hir and smyt hir in peces and lay here in a chargiour and put the farser in a pot put ther to wyn and sesson it up with pouder and salt and venygar and thou wilt thou may tak yolks of egges sodene herd and cromyd smalle and put ther to and let it be salt and pour it on the peces and serue it.”
Wid a heavily prepped goose, fat oozing from the bird, bowls of quinces and brusseltops overflowing in abundance, and the new season’s wine fresh from between our toes; the compeers did rejoice in unison: ‘such a full and fatty Martinmas!’ ‘ere today to enjoy.
Wid a ‘hole oval of eaters and many faces sent back from the past, proceedings were tinged with excitement, to see what members, past and present, were waring. As is tradition, crossdressings were encouraged, and costumes were exchanged readily as we took on our new roles.
Wid a cook a’basting, and David’s eyes upon us, loud voices were ‘erd throughout the evensong. We leapt right into rounds of musicality that did frighten the demons away from the Halls. After devouring the meat, chants grew stronger, and fondly remembered ‘Mas favourites were brought out, building spirits and high tempers as we went.
Wid a pomegranate jelly slurped straight down our gizzards, we learnt that the decanted wine had run dry, tis there a drought in ‘ere? (Note to the quartermaster: box in more wine for next year, Martinmas hi jinks) But as our word is our bond, the spirit of Martinmas was again truly re-ignited, and much mistimed laughter resounded as the beer bled through the carpet.
Exuberant though the festivities may have seemed, Reactor’s Martinmas celebrations always contain an aspect of great and solemn seriousness.
In the 4th century AD, the Bishop St. Martin was walking to Rome on a pilgrimage. He encountered Satan and was mocked by him. As punishment St. Martin turned the devil into a donkey and rode the lazy beast for the remainder of his journey. The Donkey cursed him and spoke in palindromes.
Because of this significant encounter, Reactor chose this date as the most appropriate for the interviewing of potential new group members and for their initiation into the most honoured role of Secret Member – a role that is theirs for exactly one year, until the wheel turns once more to Martinmas.
Reactor can now reveal that all new applicants who presented themselves for initiation on November 11th 2015, were rejected as ill-suited to the hole that had appeared, and so the chair of the Secret Member remained empty during 2015/16. Now, this year’s prospective initiates have stepped forward and decisions have been taken.
Reactor has now re-opened the application portal for next year’s Interviews. We sincerely encourage those who feel ready to join the group and take on the role of Secret Member, to step forward urgently and present themselves for the Martinmas Interviews. Over the coming years Reactor intends to modify our body. An opening at the heart of the group awaits the correct initiate, and Reactor is ready to guide you through the preparations. For a copy of the Reactor Membership Handbook, and to apply click here.
If the geese at Martin’s Day stand on ice, they will walk in mud at Christmas.