Friday, 21 December 2007

Holy Carp!

Yesterday I saw a carp being brained in Stary Kleparz!

I'm sorry I don't have a photo to immortalize the moment, but I was in the car at the time, it was early, and I was distracted by the sight of several babci fishing their Wigilia dinner out of a yellow paddling pool.

Traditionally, you should keep your carp alive until Christmas Eve itself, otherwise the fish won't be fresh. Some families with small children name and befriend their carp and then are unable to brandish the mallet at the crucial moment.

Rumour has it that Radio Trojka periodically plays a Carp Song about a carp who tries to survive Christmas. I have yet to hear it, but then I've been straying from Polish Radio in favour of Classic FM online. I know it's dreadful cheese, but I wanted to hear Christmas carols I actually had an outside chance of being able to sing along to.

Incidentally, does anyone know, from Carols for Choirs 3 (the blue one), that Rutter (or Willcocks)-arranged thing which starts 'In all towns and villages both far and near'? I found out that it's originally Polish. I am trying my very best to learn the chorus so that we have something else to sing in that drunken lull after the Queen's speech. Other than Five Goo-old Rings of course...


Michael Dembinski said...

Plural of babcia is babcie. Unless (God preserve us), there's more than five of them. In which case it's babć.

pinolona said...

Ah- thanks. I was worried about the -ie ending, thought it might be an Italianism on my part.
(fortunately I've never yet been in the company of more than one or two. Unless you count the tram, and I think that's strictly neutral territory anyway)

Bag Lady said...

Just stumbled across your blog and you're a great writer !! Seriously. The section on titled "broccoli" and being a "communications superhero" was laugh out funny although your observations about broccoli weren't too funny. Anyway, don't beat yourself up about it ;)

Hope you don't mind but I'm going to read the rest of your blog now.

I Love Poland

pinolona said...

Uber lux: there is nothing funny about dried-on broccoli! It is a very grave matter which threatened to tear apart the tranquility of the festive dinner table.
I would never dream of joking about such matters.

Worse still, it doesn't even count as one of your five-a-day (I checked).