Thursday 24 September 2009

MCJ meeting

Last nights meeting was a blast.

The animateurs - people who run groups - get together to
establish the years timetable. There is a deal of argiebargie
to allocate the many rooms at our disposal.

As ever, everyone spoke at once, loudly, in french. Children
ran in and out; breastfeeding occurred. Since everything is
staffed by volunteers there is a level of amateurishness but
it all works, eventually. And eventually we opened the
blanquette, brought out the pizzas and the snacks provided by
the participants.

Phew.

So, should you be a member of the MJC (and for a poxy 20
euros*, you can be -) you can sing in occitan: learn traditional
dance: paint and draw from the nude: do Feldenkrais (?),
yoga, gym, English, French, play chess and/or ping pong,
get taught computers and take the kids to do plastic arts,
dancing and drumming.

When I was a kid they cut your hands off if they caught
you drumming.

The photies I took were rubbish so here is a picture of Pete
who does not give a fig, hoho actually he gave several; at this
mornings market.



*plus whatever nominal charges are
incurred on your
course.

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