Wednesday, February 28, 2007

February 2007

YOUR DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE
by Lady Anaemia Asterisk

And a Happy New Year to all you Agateans, celebrating the Year of the Pig! Funny, I thought that was every year for wizards... speaking of obsessive piggishness (not to be confused with piggish obsession - especially in the case of local pig-witches, for whom being obsessed with pigs is a vital part of the job description), this month I shall concentrate on obsessive phobias and other behaviours of the sort that can get too, well, too. Good advice can be found in the Stars, along with rather a lot of hot exploding gases! So in honour of the Agatean New Year, this month's horoscopical advice is once again in the form of haiku. A piggy Astral Month to you all!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

Agatean sign: Blowfish

    Fear not "fear itself"
    Dominate your underlings
    Shouting helps a lot

    Fear not loss of face
    Arrogance will see you through
    Don't apologise

    Fear no challengers
    "Alpha" is your middle name
    Big red bottom wins



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

Agatean sign: Reciprocating Fox

    Salesman, be not scared
    Customers will always buy
    Sausage inna bun

    Face slow days with grit
    Market fluctuations are
    Job-description stuff

    When all's said and done
    Empty stomachs triumph o'er
    Meat That Has No Name



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

Agatean sign: Heavenly Tourist

    In your forest deep
    Fear no angry predators
    Small is big reversed

    Fear not pointy teeth
    Outcomes are uncertain still
    Like cats in a box

    Fear no foreign power
    Elementals? Evil queens?
    No! This land is yours!



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

Agatean sign: Hoarse Whisperer

    "Eat": three-letter word
    "Dinner" has two syllables
    "Acid stomach": four

    "Low cholesterol"
    This sign keeps blood pressure down
    Banish thus your fear

    Food can be your friend
    Use your love of luxury
    To devise light meals



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

Agatean sign: Water Feature

    Truly you abhor
    Malt, hops, and fermented fruit
    "Mostly apples"? Hah!

    Fear is in the mind
    Stomach, liver, pancreas
    Must not rule your day

    Carpe urceum!
    Many good hangover cures
    Wait in dawn's weak light



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

Agatean sign: One Won Ton

    Honest men ne'er fear
    Capture or discovery:
    Such men sleep at night

    Curst be thou, Mubboon
    Never shall you counterfeit
    Pilfer, filch or fence

    Right the Heavens are
    Choosing you as feckless born
    Crime just ain't your thing



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Agatean sign: Bureaucrat

    Craven Boring'uns!
    You fear good ol' "fear itself"
    Not without just cause

    Lurking ev'rywhere
    Danger laughs at cautious beings
    Quit while you're ahead

    Party for your lives
    Travel, swim, eat pineapples
    You'll die anyway



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Agatean sign: Dragon's Egg

    Fear not heroes' fate
    Never think you're not the best
    Fear not loss of nerve

    Use all means at hand
    Salamanders or grimoire
    You were BORN TO RUNE

    No relentless foe
    Can withstand your cold steel or
    Municipal Code



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

Agatean sign: Vampire Ghost

    Fear not changing times
    Fashions change in clothes and pets
    Classics never age

    Wear your boots with pride
    Armour can be feminine
    When pure heart's beneath

    Lamp oil, anthracite
    Never let their flame go out
    Love will find a way



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

Agatean sign: Bonsai Mountain

    Scryers, fight your fear
    Darkness in your crystal ball
    Merely means it's night

    Think you've lost your touch?
    Cook a pot of gumbo, quick!
    Jambalaya, too

    You have naught to fear
    Others fear your pointy hat
    So they bloody should!



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Agatean sign: Barking Mad Dog

    Love is in the air
    Fear not your performing skills
    Oysters save the day

    Fearsome lack of height?
    One stepladder: problem solved
    All are equal, prone

    Fear no roses' thorns
    Roses open in bouquets
    Open...other flowers



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

Agatean sign: Beti, the Exotic Dancer

    Never be afraid
    Dree your weird and face your fate
    Make friends with a cheese

    Battles will be won
    Cursing comes in handy for
    Fights in Underworlds

    Fear no written words
    Lawyers cannot harm you when
    You're already dead!

Slayin' A Vimes

SLAYIN' A VIMES
by Weird Alice Lancrevic
(with apologies to the Bee Gees)

Well, you can tell by the way I slyly sneak
I'm a deadly man, Assassin-chic
Fashion hot and caltrops cold
I'm a graduate - eighteen years old
And now it's goodnight, say goodbye
And he may scream or softly die
Duke of Ankh is in a jam
It's in The Times - we're out for Sam!

Whether we were nobles, pig-farmers, or from Cockbill
We're slayin' a Vimes, slayin' a Vimes
Killin' with a flourish, there's nothing amateurish
When you're slayin' a Vimes, slayin' a Vimes
Ah, ha, ha, ha, slayin' a Vimes, slayin' a Vimes
Ah, ha, ha, ha, slayin' a Vimes...

Well now, I aim low and I aim high
And if I can't use poison, I'll stab an eye
Got some extra daggers in my shoes
I'm a stranglin' man, and I've crossbows too
You know it's last rites, he should pray
Cos he won't see another day
He can try escapin' doom
But "Mister Vimes" we'll soon inhume

We're not out to bother your sister or your father
We're slayin' a Vimes, slayin' a Vimes
Junior in his crib'll be safe along with Sybil
But we're slayin' a Vimes, slayin' a Vimes
Ah, ha, ha, ha, slayin' a Vimes, slayin' a Vimes
Ah, ha, ha, ha, slayin' a Vimes...

Life's gonna leave him
Death, he'll receive him
We're feelin' stealthy, yeah

Swift inhumation
Our reputation
Will be so healthy, yeah
Slayin' a Vimes!


Note: the original lyrics can be found at:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bee+gees/stayin+alive_20015578.html




[ WOSSNAME Editor's note: WEIRD ALICE ON THE RUN

Weird Alice Lancrevic, the noted Bard of the Ramtops, whose poetic works delight WOSSNAME readers every month, is going on holiday. After the runaway success of her book 101 MORE USES FOR A DEAD HEDGEHOG (Goatberger & Sons, AM$9.99), Mss Lancrevic has found herself wealthy enough to head off on a Grand Sneer, touring the furthest and most culturally exciting regions of the Disc just like a real posh nob! But you, our dear readers, shall not be bereft of her presence, because - in keeping with the latest trend - Alice intends to write a Clacks log, or clog, detailing all her adventures... or at least the ones that can be reprinted without incurring defamation suits and criminal charges. And yes, there may well be a song or three included in her clog-posts!

All in all, it will be rather like Nanny Ogg's Postcards From Abroad, only with better spelling.

We at WOSSNAME wish Weird Alice the best of fortune on what is bound to be a thrilling journey (except for the boring bits, you know, the ones spent waiting for coaches that arrive late, ships that fail to make port, highwaymen who can't decide if they actually want her money or her life...). Bon voyage! Gescheisenfalcke! Au lait! ]

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Morporkian Pie

MORPORKIAN PIE
by Weird Alice Lancrevic
(with apologies to Don McLean)

A long, long time ago
I can still remember
How Mum's Slumpie used to make me drool
And I knew if I ate small meals
Then I could scoff her jellied eels
And make my stomach happy as a Fool
But then I learned to eat like wizards
Those gourmet foods abused my gizzard
Salads in between 'em
Won't save my duodenum
I can't remember why I tried
Something wise folk warned was foodicide
But acid scourged me deep and wide
From meat that Dibbler fried.

So ai-yi, Ankh-Morporkian pie
Makes you quiver in the privy
Thinkin' you're gonna die
That bad old poison
Brings a tear to your eye
Sayin' "This'll be the last that I buy,
"This'll be the last that I buy..."

Would you bite Rat Onna Stick
And do you have faith in Spotted Dick
If Ogg's cookbook tells you so?
Do you believe in Wow-Wow Sauce?
Can teeth be saved by minted floss?
And can you teach me how to knead Dwarf dough?
Well, I know that you've been tucking in
'cause I see that you're no longer thin
You sure inhaled those dips
And you ate ten kilos of chips
I always kept my belt from getting tight
By avoiding chocs and Klatchian Delight
But my will can no longer fight
The lure of Dibbler's pies

I've started bingein' -
Ai-yi, Ankh-Morporkian pie
Makes you quiver in the privy
Thinkin' you're gonna die
That bad old poison
Brings a tear to your eye
Sayin' "This'll be the last that I buy,
"This'll be the last that I buy..."

Now for thirty years in Sator Square
Ol' Throat has flogged his unsav'ry wares
But that's not what I used to eat
When the tasters toiled for Patricians grand
And the simple folk in Morpork land
Had a choice of health foods or Named Meat
Oh, but then came Dibbler with his tray
Of greasy meats in shades of grey
The sauces was laid on thick
The locals all got sick
And while good nutrition bought the farm
The Knuckle Sandwich lost its charm
And guts contracted in alarm
At meat that Dibbler fried

We were whingein' -
Ai-yi, Ankh-Morporkian pie
Makes you quiver in the privy
Thinkin' you're gonna die
That bad old poison
Brings a tear to your eye
Sayin' "This'll be the last that I buy,
"This'll be the last that I buy..."

Pity punters in pursuit of piggin'
Who got off light with a mouldy figgin
Stinking high the fashion rose
For foodstuffs partly decomposed
While Gimlet tried for a novel take
With a chilli coulis over fried rat steak
Though it didn't smell of sweet perfume
(More a subtle reek of Eau de Koom)
We all threw up en masse
But with just a touch of class
'cause the flavours were a smorgasbord
Of esters best left unexplored
And all survivors could afford
Were trays of Dibbler's pies

We started hurling -
Ai-yi, Ankh-Morporkian pie
Makes you quiver in the privy
Thinkin' you're gonna die
That bad old poison
Brings a tear to your eye
Sayin' "This'll be the last that I buy,
"This'll be the last that I buy..."

Oh, and there we were with egg on face:
A generation of bad taste
Ensnared by sausage inna bun
So come on - drink your scumble, grab your bibs
Sham Harga's got a stack of ribs
That's neither overcooked nor underdone
Oh, and walk on by that overcoat
Til Dibbler does cut his own throat
No diners in this town
Could choke that sausage down
And as his victims retched on through the night
Pursued by gastronomic blight
I saw Gaspode spitting out a bite
Of meat that Dibbler fried

And he was barking -
Ai-yi, Ankh-Morporkian pie
Makes you quiver in the privy
Thinkin' you're gonna die
That bad old poison
Brings a tear to your eye
Sayin' "This'll be the last that I buy,
"This'll be the last that I buy..."

I met a chef who cooked for queens
And asked him for a plate of beans
But he just frowned and said, "No way!"
I went down to the Mended Drum
Where I used to eat, and asked for some
But the barman said those pies were here to stay
And in the Shades, no Distressed Pud
Just mouldy pies tasting worse than wood
Suspiciously town dump-y
And not one plate of Slumpie!
And the dishes I enjoyed the most
Are now replaced by pastries gross
I'd sell my soul to lay the ghost
Of Dibbler's deadly pies

Gimmeasnappysandwich -
Ai-yi, Ankh-Morporkian pie
Makes you quiver in the privy
Thinkin' you're gonna die
That bad old poison
Brings a tear to your eye
Sayin' "This'll be the last that I buy,
"This'll be the last that I buy..."

Why try Ankh-Morporkian pie?
Give me taters, alligators
Or beef dripping on rye
Don't offer pasties
Or I'll spit in your eye
Tell ya, this will be the last one I buy!

January 2007

YOUR DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE

by Lady Anaemia Asterisk

A PET IS FOR LIFE, NOT JUST FOR HOGSWATCH

...and that means there's a good chance that you, my stars-struck little marmosets, have no idea what to do with those unexpected gift pets you found whining, shivering, yapping or widdling under your Hogswatch tree last month. See, your well-meaning friends and relative should have consulted your Friendly Neighbourhood Stargazer first! Because each Sign, for those born under it, bestows a natural affinity for certain pets...so here's a starter list below of suitable pets for each of you. Hearken well, and happy animal husbandry shall be yours next holiday season!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

Borogravian Borogove: also known as the Yellow-bellied Bellower, the Borogove, a small but sturdy doglike mammal with the face of a dyspeptic dowager duchess, gravitates naturally towards authority figures, regimental sergeant-majors, Archchancellors and other persons of a stentorian and officious bent who can easily dominate the Borogove's tendency to be a vile-tempered bully (a clear case of it taking one to love one). Keep your Borogove on a short lead and shout at it frequently to keep it in peak condition.

Morpork: in the early centuries of Ankh-Morpork's history, these small, pretty owls flocked as thick as sparrows-, that is, as thickly as sparrows (not even a box of laundry detergent is as thick as the average sparrow), with nearly every gabled roof boasting its own nesting population of them and with morporkeries gracing the gatehouses of every wealthy townie's mansion. Nowadays the only known living Morporks are the heavily-guarded property of the College of Heralds, so if you want a Morpork you'll have to trawl the back storerooms of old established taxidermists or keep an eye on the regular Sunday trash-and-treasure markets. A perfect pet, your Morpork never needs feeding and won't object if nailed to its perch. If you want it to act a bit more lifelike, a visit to the Street of Cunning Artificers will soon get you the clockwork modifications you need...and for a small extra fee, it can be made to chime the hours and give weather forecasts. Perfect indeed!

Rook Lobster: face it, you know you always wanted a shellfish that would perch on your shoulder and squawk out rude phrases when your unwanted guests won't take the hint to leave. Didn't you? Well, the Rook Lobster is just the ticket. These exotically feathered shore dwellers came originally from Slakki and are easy to care for; an occasional feed of entrails and a dusting of mite powder and your Rook Lobster will thrive. And like many exotic pets, they make a tasty meal when you get tired of them. Mind the pincers.



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

Giltfish: for those on a tight budget, this tawdry-looking specimen is an excellent choice. The breed was developed by would-be fanciers of the famous Agatean Coy Guiltfish, a breed with scales so splendid that anyone looking upon its magnificence would burst into tears of shame at being badly dressed in front of such a gorgeous animal. Another good pet for the fiscally embarrassed is the Limited Budgie; originally from Purdeighsland, this friendly bird is known for its natural cry of "don'tbuythatitcostsstoomuch!"

Shamster: a true-breeding cross between a longhaired Cavy and a Chameleon, your Shamster will give you hours of delight: stroking its beautiful fur, watching it change colours according to mood and temperature, and chasing it round the pantry as it attempts to steal and store your favourite dried fruit and nuts. The Shamster is also unique in that it can convert direct sunlight into energy, so be sure to let it bask outdoors on sunny days.

Llamedos Raincatcher: a small batrachian with a big heart and bigger gullet, the Raincatcher evolved in the ancient rain mines of Llamedos, where early miners were quick to put it to use as a tunnel-clearing pump. This little toadlike creature is an inoffensive shade of mouldy moss green, but when its mouth and throat are full of liquid its neck-skin expands and displays a range of phosphorescent colours so bright that the same long-ago miners also put it to use as a helmet lamp. Today Raincatchers are popular all over the Disc, especially with children, who love to slip their pet Raincatcher into the tin bath just before Nanna gets in for her monthly scrub.



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

Lancre Reciprocating Fox: legend has it that the Reciprocating Fox acts like a soldier on the eve of battle (i.e., it drinks a lot and seeks indiscriminate sex), but foxes normally seek indiscriminate sex anyway and the tales of dipsomania have never been substantiated. Lovely coat, your Reciprocating Fox. It does show a certain reciprocative behaviour, by the way, as it moonlights as a sheepdog in recompense for its regular henhouse raids.

Peeler Bear: for those who want a truly unusual pet, the Peeler Bear is just the ticket! This huge carnivore originated in the NoThingfjord region; evolutionary necessity in warmer climates has led to its seasonal moult, in which it sheds its entire coat and outer hide in one easily tanned piece. The resultant embarrassment makes the Peeler Bear shy and obedient. A good pet for those considering entering the fur trade.

Mon-goose: from the faraway island of Sumtri, this is the only known avian with a prehensile tail. A fascinating pet, it combines all the less social aspects of the chimpanzee and the standard goose, but it looks great in a jewelled collar and has a natural aptitude for grinding hurdy-gurdy organs with its beak. The Mon-goose also lays golden eggs, but you have to fight them for it, which can be rather... well, just re-read the second clause of the second sentence in this paragraph.



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

Hermit Elephant: second smallest of the known elephants. Ye venerable Dysk Companione describes it as thin-skinned and shy with a preference for wearing abandoned huts as protection, and claims that it causes huts to become abandoned by moving into them! This has since been shown to be an exaggeration: your Hermit Elephant will be quite happy if you build it a granny flat in the garden and demonstrate that it's quite unoccupied.

Underclassman: also known in some less civilised countries as "freshmen" (though Cori Celesti knows why - have you ever smelt a typical first-year student's room? - or socks?). These curious creatures make excellent pets and provide their owners with an endless variety of tricks and laughable entertainment. Underclassmen do need frequent disciplining, though; the rolled-up newspaper or birch cane are recommended, but experienced breeders have had some great disciplinary success through the application of grounding, detention, and the posting of an Underclassman's name on lists of an embarrassing nature.

Howondaland Dwarf Rhinoceros: these rare animals represent Nature at its most charming. Only six inches tall, most of them have been captured for bucking-rhino competitions at Gnome rodeos, and they are reluctant to breed in captivity (the rhinoceroseses, that is; I can't speak for Gnomes). Your Dwarf Rhinoceros is safer when polled, as it has a tendency to gore its owners and their guests in the ankles. Note: "polled" doesn't mean asking your rhino for opinions; no, it refers here to the practice of cutting off the horns of, well, horned beasts. Dictionaries are so useful...



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

Charibou: the only species apart from the Phoenix that self-immolates upon reaching maturity, your Charibou, being herbivorous, not only keeps your lawn tidily cropped during its youth but also provides a tasty self-cooking barbecue meal at the end of its life cycle. Charibou are gentle, shy, friendly and above all delicious!

Klatchian Land Prawn: this fierce crustacean evolved in the wilds of Klatch when a sudden fly-by of Quantum Weather Butterflies created a new patch of desert and caused a once-deep lowland lake to become a tiny puddle overnight; understandably-furious prawns retaliated by evolving armoured shells, multiple pincers and fangs, and have since prowled the deserts annihilating and consuming any innocent lizard, snake or scorpion that gets in their path. A strong vivarium is recommended, and be sure to don protective clothing when feeding your pet! At least it's easy to feed, though, as Klatchian Land Prawns will eat anything. Or anyone.

HungHung Miniature Swine (popularly known as the Two-guinea Pig): long ago, the cute, potbellied Miniature Swine were the favoured pets (and snack-foods) of Agatean Emperors, but nowadays any old commoner or vampire barbarian ghost can own one. Affectionate and easy to care for, your Miniature Swine doubles handily as a refuse disposal and winter bedwarmer. A warning, though - incautious backbreeding by less reputable pig farmers has led to the reappearance of throwbacks, so that adorable piglet may grow to enormous size and still insist on sharing your bed.



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

Vermine: you can't go wrong with a Vermine, most royal of mustelids. Well, actually, you can go wrong. Not only are they vicious and cantankerous, but you'll spend an exciting time hiding your beloved (and very expensive) pet from the clutches of eager fur-poachers, and oh yes, did I mention that Vermine stink? But still - owning the very animal that adorns the fine robes of kings, queens, dukes, pretentious aldermen and random posh gits confers a cachet never matched by having a cross-eyed spaniel or pet rock...

Prying Mantis: gloriously iridescent and enchantingly shaped, the Prying Mantis is the most intelligent of insects. Not only does it understand most of the known (or at least worth knowing) languages of the Disc, it can also converse by means of rubbing its forelegs. The Prying Mantis has a penchant for listening at keyholes, thus making it a favourite pet of newspaper reporters, blackmailers, couples undergoing acrimonious divorces, and anyone who thinks he or she might be the named target of an Assassins' Guild contract.

Canny Island Cony: no cony was ever cannier than a Canny Island Cony! This Llamedosian lakeland lagomorph digs warrens so intricate and cleverly propped that they are often mistaken for ancient rain mines. Patient Cony owners can teach them to dig privies and root cellars, or to extend that rumpus room when getting the builders in proves too expensive. Best of all, they make a delicious stew. As ingredients, not cooks - they're not quite that clever.



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Snail: a perfect pet for a Boring'un (as long as you avoid the Ting Ling Giant Snail, which is said to suck the blood of victims - leaving only a telltale of reddish slime), your snail will never behave badly, attack the neighbours' children or steal your prize potatoes. More timorous Boring'uns might prefer an ex-snail, also known as a snail shell. You never need to feed it and it won't try to make you feel guilty about being a neglectful pet owner.

Passive Pigeon: the Passive Pigeon sits quietly on its perch, does its doings in the one spot you choose for it, eats whatever you can be bothered to feed it, preens itself very quietly, only coos when you're awake, and never makes any threatening beak gestures for any reason whatsoever. What's not to like? But on no account EVER buy a Passive Aggressive Pigeon; they channel the spirits of reincarnated mothers-in-law and will make your life a living hells.

Jelly: half-alive yet rarely sentient, this unthreatening dessert makes a perfect Boring'un pet. You can watch it at your leisure, and for those times when you're feeling exceptionally brave, a timid poke at its bowl will produce amusing wobbling effects. Never keep a Jelly after it's begun to go green though (Lime Jellies are to be avoided for the obvious reason) - green means that little Things are eating it, and we all know you can't trust bacteria to stay where they belong.



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Bhangbhang Duck: the only fowl to ever rival rabbits in its single-minded amorousness, the Bhangbhang Duck is also known as the ring-necked WamBam. A beautiful creature, pleasant and easygoing when it's not attempting to do the Wonders of Nature on your leg. Prefers small ornamental ponds, wading pools, pocket marshes and seraglios. Bhangbhang Ducks are hard to sex, though, despite their, um, nature; if you purchase a pair of these lovely birds from an inexperienced breeder, you may soon find out more about en-masse duck behaviour than you ever thought you wanted to know.

Regal Bower Bird: another native of Bhangbhangduc, this gorgeous midnight-blue bird is in essence the antithesis of the Bhangbhang Duck - it's so socially awkward that it spends all its free time collecting midnight-blue-coloured objects to furnish its nest with in the hope that some female Bower Bird, somewhere, anywhere, will be sufficiently impressed by the splendour of its proffered bachelor-nest that she'll fall into his wings without all that messy disheartening "look at me, I have an enormous tail feather!" business. Note: not to be confused with the BeTrobi Islands Bowler Bird, best known for its penchant for covering itself with dreadful fluorescent print fabrics and for its mating cry of "I'm the Dude, dude!"

Brindisian Trouser Snake: yes, there really is such a snake. Yes, it likes to make its nest in worn-out trousers. No, I'm not being mettyforical. The Brindisian Trouser Snake, a non-venomous constrictor with brown and black patterned scales, can grow to a length of twelve feet, but rarely does so as twelve-foot-long trousers are hard to find. It lives mainly on earthworms and root vegetables, but in a pinch can consume rats, mice and small scruffy terriers. With proper care, your Trouser Snake will live for many happy decades! Strangely enough, despite the lack of mettyforicalness, most Trouser Snakes tend to be called Justin.



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

Pterofractyl: from the Dawn of Time comes this anachronistically fantastical creature. Is it a bird? Is it a terrible lizard? Is it a relative of the Quantum Weather Butterfly that wandered down a dark evolutionary alleyway and got lost in the prehistoric night? If you chose answer number three, you'd be right. Pterofractyls are now incredibly rare, occurring mostly in the deepest recesses of the Howondaland rainforests, and thus makes a prestige pet of the first order (order Pterosauria, actually). Great for creating localised thunderstorms over your least favourite relative's BBQ.

Pointless Albatross: in the wild, this large, handsome bird spends its life flying lazily (and pointlessly) from the Hub to the Rim and back again, rather like many celebrity heiresses. However, your Pointless Albatross can be trained to deliver long-distance messages, carry small items of groceries, and even pick up pizza from those stingy takeaways that refuse to deliver orders of less than $500. Its favourite food is anchovies, so make sure the pizza parlour sees to it that your order is securely fastened in its box.

Tezuman Sarcastic Parakeet: second only to the legendary Thaumic Raven when it comes to cutting wit, the Tezuman Sarcastic Parakeet can be trained to insult your social enemies in unanswerably acid phrases of the sort you'd never dare to utter yourself. Take it to soirees and you'll never be short of a comeback again! You can also make extra money effortlessly by hiring your Parakeet out for stag nights, wedding speeches and Rotarians meetings. Some champion Sarcastic Parakeets have successful second careers as stand-up comedians, and rumour has it that Quetzovercoatl Pretty Boy once vanquished the philosopher Didactylos in an allcomers' Brain of Ephebe debate.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

Weirdwolf: for some twenty-eight nights of the year, the Weirdwolf is but a normal werewolf - that is, needing to shave several times daily and possessed of an exceptional sense of smell. But on the nights of the full moon, a fearsome change occurs. Fangs sprout, body shape morphs, and most terrifying of all, your Weirdwolf experiences a sudden insatiable desire to commit performance art, dress in tie-dyed clothing, wear sandals, eat strange foreign food and attend poetry readings. One Weirdwolf owner reports that his pet becomes convinced, during the full moon, that the world is - wait for it - round! It's simply amazing how unnatural things naturally occurring in Nature can be.

Uberwald Gnashing Bear: the sight of a boy and bear is not always well-respected everywhere, but as the owner of a Gnashing Bear you can guarantee respect! Or at least fear, which works just as well in most circumstances. The Gnashing Bear possesses a fine set of teeth (where "fine" equals "enormously long, enormously strong and ending in very pointy points") and is moved to display them any time it's tired, bored, hungry, excited, sleepy, angry, puzzled, frightened, recently awakened, or in the mood for finding other bears to make more bears with. Walk your bear around town of an evening and not even the most senior Thieves' Guild members will dare approach you. Don't forget to invest in the best available trainers; those teeth really are very long and strong and pointy and, um, deadly.

Mythological Aerobatic Boar: because some pets *are* just for Hogswatch!



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Bonkweiler: Gazundians who may have had trouble in the past with keeping the infamous Lipwigzer will feel far more comfortable with the Bonkweiler. Also from Uberwald, this breed is more known for its amorousness than its viciousness; a Bonkweiler may be seven stone of raw power, but when it knocks you down it's less interested in tearing your throat out than in licking you to death. A great pet for those wanting to meet - and truly capture the attention of - the opposite sex.

Wyld Stallyn: this magnificent equine from the Hubland Steppes thrives on excitement and loud discordant noises. A regular diet of pizza and snackfoods will ensure a glossy coat. Prefers the company of babes, and will sometimes carry riders across Time and Space.

Yeti: because once you've invested in this surprisingly gentle creature of the Hubland mountains, you'll never have to buy another one. The Yeti is self-replacing, reincarnating at the end of its natural lifespan - and like Laddie, your reborn Yeti will always come home!



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

Shadowing Lemma: a truly challenging pet is the Shadowing Lemma, as half the challenge lies in finding it at any given moment, for the Shadowing Lemma often makes itself invisible and can only be located by tracking its insubstantial shadow. Originally from Djelibeybi, this bizarre creature is variously described as catlike, doglike, crocodilian, gazelle-like, elephantine...as you can see - or not see, in this case - it rather defies description. But that's half the fun (the other half being your attempts to determine what size and sort of cage/stable/vivarium/pool/paddock suits it best). Note: NEVER buy one of these if you keep camels - mathematicians are the Shadowing Lemma's favourite prey.

Ground Beef: long, long ago, vast herds of huge, shaggy bison thundered across the Sto Plains, but in the fullness of time this might race of herbivores devolved into puppy-sized beasts that spend their lives burrowing under the modern farmlands and nibbling at the roots of brassicas. On clear, crisp days, a keen observer will be treated to the sight of a full-grown Ground Bull, its six-inch horns gleaming dimly in the plains sunlight, popping out of its burrow to check that all is safe and no marauding ploughs are dangerously near. Ground Beef take well to captivity, and are happiest when given their own root cellar; when old age takes them, their hides make excellent gloves.

Fledermoose: the Disc's only winged ungulate makes its natural home in the mighty pines of Uberwald forests, although many have now been spotted by naturalists counting Counting Pines in Copperhead. Only slightly larger than Ground Beef, a full-grown bull Fledermoose can capture and carry off an entire pumpkin or watermelon, spearing it on its antlers during a fierce dive and soaring off into the distant woods with its prize. Make sure your Fledermoose has a spacious aviary and plenty of fruits and vegetables to discourage roaming. Although herbivorous, the Fledermoose seems to take an odd delight in tormenting squirrels.

Sunday, December 31, 2006

December 2006

YOUR DISCWORLD HOROSCOPE

by Lady Anaemia Asterisk

A BRAND NEW YEAR, A BRAND NEW YOU

Greetings, my happy Hogswatch horoscope-readers! The ancient time of Hogswatch signals the start of a new year full of fresh opportunity, endless possibilities and a host of Zodiac-influenced disasters. It's also a time for visiting dear friends and family, feasting and quaffing to excess, and most of all for New Year's resolutions. In light of this, I've recently travelled the Disc to seek out a number of well-known personalities (mainly with people attached to them) to discover their resolutions for the New Year and share them for your delectation and entertainment and also as a possible source of inspiration. There's no time like the present for changing your ways - after the festivities are over, of course.

Happy Hogswatch to all, and mind how you go with the sherry!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

Willikins, butler to the Ramkin-Vimes family:
"In the following year, I intend to see to the further restoration of Lady Sybil's ancestral home. Now that Young Master Sam is growing rapidly, it's time some of the long-disused rooms got a proper airing and are made suitable for visitors and guests. I shall also be studying new strategies for convincing Lord Samuel to allow me to buttle him properly. And I shall make time for a refresher course in the martial arts of Shamlegger Street, since I have finally accepted that extra-familial violence in the Ramkin home is simply a part of daily life for a personage as danger-prone as my employer."

Sally von Humpeding, Watchman and, um, spy:
"My Hogswatch resolution... well, after so many years of having Hogswatch as the number one time of the year for going out and getting really hammered on... um... my species' favourite drink, I think my resolution nowadays should be to never do that sort of drinking again. So this Hogswatch and every Hogswatch I will renew my Temperance Society pledge with extra formality and a good unbeating heart. I also resolve to do less drinking of the human sort, that is to say alcohol, because every time I go for a big night out at The Bucket with my colleagues, I wake up with some of my bats missing. Life as a Black Ribboner is difficult enough without having to spend hours chasing down bits of my extremities! So no more of those drinks with the funny paper umbrellas in them - they cause me to, well, let's just say that for a vampire, the expression 'forget my own head next' is upsettingly literal."

Mrs Earwig, a self-confessed modern Ramtops witch:
"Next year my sacred mission on behalf of the spirits of higher magicks is to fight against the latest resurgence of the un-Enlightened witching community. It seems that the younger members of the Craft are acting like, well, like old ladies in black - mixing curative herbal potions without so much as donning a piece of occult jewellery or consulting my book of Rituals of Purification for the Sisters of Arcana, making personal visits to those dreadfully unsophisticated villagers, and even refusing to cast spells! One can't be having with that sort of thing, can one..."

Lord Rust, scion of an old Ankh-Morpork family:
"My Hogswatch resolution? Get some law and order back in this city. What these uppity Guilds need is to be taken out and thrashed good and proper, to a man. And that should be to a man. Time we rid this city of all those lawn ornaments and rocks. And those vampires and zombies while we're at it - what they need's to be given a damn good thrashing and shown the way to the Turnwise Gate. Oh, and get that de Worde feller thrown off that upstart newspaper. Ought to have the whole damn thing shut down. Public opinions? Hah! The holding of opinions is an hereditary right of the nobility. The public need a damn good thrashing, the lot of 'em."



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

Grag Bashfull Bashfullsson, an encouragingly modern Dwarf:
"In this coming year, I resolve to turn my face further into the light while yet remaining endarkened. These times of change call for changing ways. Slowly changing ways, of course. I have every respect for our thousands of years of laws and traditions. But as the axe of the mind cuts away all but truth, so can it cut away the mined-out seams of pointless hatred and ways no longer useful to our people. Ankh-Morpork may be a city of the lost, but the lost can be reclaimed. Any anyway, the beer at Gimlet's beats anything I ever had back in Copperhead. Nothing like a friendly pint to help the reclaiming along."

Lobsang Ludd, a noted Time Lord:
"In honour of my esteemed teacher and boyhood guide Lu-Tze, I resolve to get around to giving the History Monks some fresh hours and a good supply of yesterdays. I also intend to investigate the mystery of why so many humans seem to have time on their hands. I'm quite sure I didn't put it there."

Sadie, an Agony Aunt:
"Actually, dear, I make other people keep their resolutions. I've never had a problem with my own. Although I suppose I could wish to work even more quietly next year. And to leave fewer marks."

Mustrum Ridcully, Archchancellor of Unseen University:
"In the New Year, I intend to institute some changes to the University. Time we brought back the daily compulsory dawn jog for all senior staff. And callisthenics. And fish. Must have a word with the Chair of Thaumozoology about breeding some sludge-resistant fish for our stretch of the Ankh, that wussy natural selection is a complete failure when it comes to making good tough pike with good tough teeth. And I'm going to have a word with Stibbons - he needs to get out of that stuffy High Energy Magic building and into the good healthy fug of the Archchancellor's Games Room so he can devote his high energy to something useful, like creating more wormholes in that rubber sheet he always goes on about so I can do more spectacular trick billiards shots."



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

Ella Saturday, Baroness de Genua:
"My resolution for next year is to visit Mrs Gogol more often - I've been kept so busy practising laissez-faire that it's quite ruined my social life. And I'll check all the palace mirrors more frequently and make sure they're safely covered. Oh, and much as I hate to interfere with the daily business of my dear people, I think I'll issue a proclamation, no, a request, that all restaurants keep frogs' legs off the menu from now on. The thought of frogs still gives me the heebie-jeebies."

Tiffany Aching, witch and cheesemaker:
"Next year I resolve to not kiss any boys under ANY circumstances! Even if they make avalanches and icebergs for me. And especially not if they give me water-colour painting sets! Also, I shall write my diary in code. And I promise to take Wentworth fishing at least once a month, and make sure he catches a fish of more than forty pounds' weight. Hamish the Aviator brought me a request from Horace to make him a bride, but I think one mobile sentient cheese is more than enough, if one can call an honorary Feegle sentient."

Susan Sto Helit, governess and part-time anthropomorphic personification:
"So another Hogswatch season comes, another mad scramble to buy showier presents than anyone else and dine and drink with relatives you spend the rest of the year avoiding for good reason, another time of taking vital ancient traditions that once had a purpose, a purpose of visceral urgent blood-deep death and renewal, and making them into debased tinsel-wrapped cuddly children's nonsense. And of course, of people who have spent the whole year misbehaving in depressingly typical human ways suddenly swearing to completely change those ways, and of this passionate resolve lasting only to the end of the post-Hogswatchnight hangover, at which point the whole sad parade of weaknesses begins all over again. You know, at times like this I almost feel a certain sympathy for Grandfather's, um, state of existence, as he doesn't have to bother with any of this. Yes, he makes a habit of trying to bother with it, but the point is that he doesn't have to. Excuse me, you're standing in front of a bogeyman. Pass me the poker, would you?"

Hodgesaargh, Royal Falconer of Lancre:
"Oh, is it a new year again? Hawks aren't too concerned about the new year, they really only care about the right season for nesting. My resolution is to increase the number of successful hatchings next year. And to teach Her Majesty's wowhawk to let go of my arm before flying off."



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

The Librarian, a noted wizard and ape:
"Oook ook ook oook ook. Eek!"

    [Translation: "Next year I must discourage the student wizards from reading the books. What do they think they're playing at? That gets under my fur, that does. Books aren't meant to be read - they're meant to be cared for and cherished and comforted on stormy nights when the Library's magical field is off the thaumometers and above all else not read. They get frightened when people look at their pages! But these, these, these students, they borrow them and read them and bring them back with strawberry jam and sushi stains in them and - argh, it's more than an ape can bear. I'm going for a lie-down with my blanket. If anyone wants me, I'll be under my desk."]


Lady Roberta Meserole, a noted... aunt:
"Now that I'm spending what one might delicately call my dotage back in the pleasant clime of my very late husband's Genua estate, I've had time to look back over my more active years. Having done so, my conclusion is that all the resolutions I ever had have been brought to a satisfactory pass. My dear nephew continues to make a fine job of the position I so wisely arranged for him to take; my dear friends in Uberwald are making excellent progress in their quest for more modern and less sanguinary forms of government; even young Ella seems to be taking to heart my teachings on the subject of laissez-faire governance. I sometimes wish I was young enough to take a more proactive role in developments regarding the current Agatean Empire... no, I think the Fangs, Tangs, Hongs and MacSweeneys have a sufficient complement of political manipulators among them to solve the situation without my help. So my one remaining resolution is to continue having a quiet life. And improving my breed of long-haired white cats. I'm presently selectively breeding ones that possess a natural enigmatic half-smile. So appropriate, don't you think?"

Gytha Ogg, a noted witch of Lancre:
"Hogswatch resolutions, eh? My daughters-in-law 'd better be making plenty of 'em! I swear, I don't know how they can call themselves housekeepers - why, every time I run my fingers over the undersides of the cold-pantry shelves and down the back of the couch cushions, I come up with enough dust to fill an entire scumble glass. And sometimes when one of 'em brings me my breakfast in bed, the tea is cool enough for me to dip my finger into without getting scalded. The cheek! Speaking of cheek, I've had a request from that Mister Goatberger in Ankh-Morpork to send him a new book for publicating next year. I can't believe the nerve of that man, after he tried to rob me over The Joye of Snacks! But he says this time he'll send me an advance, and I never could resist a man's advances. So I s'pose my resolution for the new year is to give him what he wants. O'course, chances are he'll get more than he wants, but that sort of thing always seems to happen with my little books. Amazing, isn't it, how good some people are at misunderstanding. Or at not misunderstanding at all. So I'm minded to write a nice series of stories for children, all about love among the Gods and their earthly followers - and in keeping with my established theme (that's publisher talk), I'm going to call it The Joye of Sects. Make sure to buy a copy so's I can get some more advances!"

Serafine von Uberwald, a noted noblewolf:
"My resolution for next year is to be firmer with Guy regarding his table manners and other personal indoor habits. I also intend to write to Angua and her young human; after all, there's nothing wrong with a harmless old lady encouraging her daughter to produce a fine strong litter of grandpups. I would have resolved to answer Sybil's letters, but since her last visit she seems to have stopped writing altogether. I can't imagine why."



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

Roland de Chumsfanleigh, heir to the Chalk barony:
"Sausage and cheese keep very well, but they are rather binding; I resolve to stock up on extra fruit next year, especially prunes and dried figs. And speaking of prunes, I really must do something about my aunts. The way they've been selling off the family silver, it's a wonder I've any knives left to cut my sausages with. I'm also inclined to study the noble profession of shepherding. And cheesemaking. Not, you know, because those have anything at all to do with a certain young local witch or anything..."

Major Blouse, a career soldier of Borogravia:
"As every new year brings our beloved Borogravia further down the 'path to enlightenment' and the old traditional ways of our couture, I mean culture, move 'ever onward', I think the establishing of a full-time theatrical troupe within the military is an important and noble goal. We must 'keep up the spirits' of our fighting forces; even if we're finally not fighting anyone, it pays to be vigilant and 'ready for action'! So my resolution for the coming year is to create a 'special force', the Wrigglesworth Brigade, which will be dedicated to providing good healthy entertainment for 'our little lads'. I myself intend to play a major, ha-ha, there's a clever 'play on words' for you, I say a major part in these uplifting productions. After all, I am a trained thespian. With a fine 'collection' of frilly petticoats."

C.W. St.J. Nobbs, a Watchman and professional Nobby:
"My Hogswatch resolution's to be less good at dodging ole Hammerhead Pushpram's fish when she throws 'em at me. I'm def'nitely goin' up in her estymation - these days when she takes aim, she's usin' almost fresh ones. When she gets to the herring wot don't smell at all, I reckon it'll be time for me to pop the question. After all, we're none of us gettin' younger, an' I haveta think about producin' a child of my loins to carry on the Nobbs name. Never mind wot Fred says about my loins, we Nobbses are a proud old family. It's not like the Colons got within a sparrow's fart o' becomin' King, eh? Also I'm startin' a new enterprise for my retirement like. With all this new modern edjymacation, I notice there's a big market for paper an' pencils, and the other day I overheard someone talking about how there's a big consignment o' Number Three grey-lead pencils comin' up fer sale to the smartest buyer. After all, a person can't spend his nights out in the rain upholdin' the sacred principles o' law 'n order after a certain age."

Miss Perspicacia Tick, a talent-scouting witch:
"I hereby resolve to set a new personal record for witchfinding next year. I'm also going to work on my shamble technique. Oh, and I need to put out a new edition of the Magavenatio Obtusis, because I'm getting tired of having to comb river algae out of my hair several times a week. I think it's time those anti-witch folks moved up to the next phase - the one where, rather than tying witches up and throwing them in the nearest river, they dump one or two buckets of water over them and offer a good shampoo and conditioner. And naturally I shall apply myself to continuing and expanding my Feegle phrasebook. So many Pictsie swear words, so little time..."



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

Igor (not an Igor) of Biers, a publican:
"Resolutions for next year? All about improvements to the bar. It's what I live for, since I'm pretty much the only living being involved in running this place. Find a new supplier of meat pies and pasties - have to say Mrs Drull's pies just don't taste like they used to. Oh, and buy some raven-proof pickled onion jars. Also, search the second-hand market for sapient pearwood bar stools - word on the street is that they're self-repairing. Though I suspect that Dunelm at the Mended Drum has bought up the entire available supply. Oh yesss, and I need to find a better splatter for the door. These days it seems like half the customers are normals coming in just to goggle at the regulars. Though I've got to say, they certainly buy lots of my most expensive cocktails."

Pors Stronginthearm, a weapons maker:
"My resolution for next year will be to turn all Burleigh & Stronginthearm swords and crossbows into ploughshares. Hah! - no, sorry, just a little Kad'k joke for you there. Although with the way things have been since the Koom Valley Disambiguation, the idea of branching out into interspecies farming implements has a certain appeal. But our culture will endure beyond wars and... truces. And where there's a dwarf there's and axe, and where there's an axe there's always a need for a newer axe, so the B&S foundry will carry on from strength to strength. Actually, I do resolve to offer a new line in sized-up traditional Dwarf arms and armour next year. It seems that the recent Thud craze has led to high demand among Troll players for appropriate costume. Never let it be said that B&S doesn't believe in multiculturalism, especially when there's profit in it."

Annagramma Hawkin, a young witch of the Ramtops:
"Next year will be my year! The year when I teach the teacher. Oh, not Mistress Weatherwax; she's far too set in her old-school ways to learn from bright new blood, that is to say from me. But Mrs Earwig, now - it's time the silly woman woke up and realised that witching isn't just about spells and jewellery and dancing in the moonlight and selling books to impressionable young girls. I personally have rolled up my sleeves and witched in the presence of actual genuine peasants and farm women! Yes, and I might add that I'm entirely self-taught. So my resolution is to bring the true way of witching to all those who think that it's just about what gimmicks and accessories you can buy in a shop. Now, as far as personal resolutions, I don't think I need to improve myself at all. But I might take the time to have Petulia the pig-witch show me how she's coming along with her, er, craft. That should be amusing. It's not as if there's anything I need to learn about witching livestock, surely not!"

Millie Chillum, lady-in-waiting to Queen Magrat of Lancre:
"Ooh, you actually want to know my resolutions? Um, well, 'scuse me while I curtsey, makes me less nervous. Um, her Highness Missus Queen Magrat Ma'am keeps telling me to be more self-assertive, so I guess my resolution is to be more self-assertive next year. Um, 'scuse me, I just have to pick up Princess Esme's toys. So I guess what I'll have to do is learn more about what self-assertive means. Missus Magrat Ma'am says it's about self-determination, but I'm not sure how that applies to me because everything I do 's always been determined by other people. She, her Highness that is, said I also need to practise regular self-assessment, but I've always been regular and I've nothing an assessor'd be interested, I'm sure. Um, 'scuse me, I just have to go change the herbs in the garderobes."



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

Banjo Lilywhite, former thug and current part-time anthropomorphic personification:
"Youse mean I gets a whole year? Jus' for myself? An' no gibbin it back! Golly! I don' haf dem reso, resola, dem things cos I'm happy here, dere's trees an' grass an' ever't'ing's clean like me Mam allus said it oughtta be. An' Miss Susan comes by sometimes an' we gets milk an' cookies an' she shows me how ta wash m'hands an' speak betterer. Um, I guess next year I could make a statchyer of me mam outta teef. Gots lotsa teef here. A whole year? Golly!"

Brick, a foundling Troll and trainee Watchman:
"My New Ears Resalooshun is not fallin over der wagon again, an' to work real hard and be a pro-duck-tive member of sossioty like Detritus, cos it hurts when he thumps me. Hey, why dey call it New Ears anyway? I don' need no new ears, I gots perfickly good ones already. Or mebbe dat's why Detritus him allus say he gonna gimme a fick ear. Anyway I hope I has a good year an' none'a dat stuff dat makes me brain all sparkly no more."

Petulia Gristle, a noted pig-witch of the Ramtops:
"Um, resolutions? Oh, I hadn't given it much, um, thought, we've been so busy here getting the pig-houses ready for winter, at least we'll be having a regular winter here this year, ha-ha, Tiffany hasn't been going to any special dances lately...um, no, can't think of any - ohh! Is that a Sto Lat Saddleback sow in the field over there? Lovely! I didn't know anyone up this way had one. They're wonderful pigs to work with, you know. Gentle, brighter than most breeds, and the sows in farrow are just fabulous, no bother at all. If more people invested in Saddlebacks my job would be a lot easier, I can tell you that. I'll just go over for a closer - sorry, what were you talking about?"

Assistant Postmaster Stanley of the Ankh-Morpork Post Office:
"My Hogswatch resolution is to catalogue all the Post Office's stamps by the number and size of their perforations. Many people might not realise what a fascinating activity this is! A stamp is more, much, much more, than a mere gummed square or oblong of coloured paper. There's the type, quality, texture and thickness of the paper; the type, quality, texture and thickness of the gum; the composition and colour depth of the inks (or, in the case of Quirm Specials, the cabbage and broccoli juice); the nature, size and calligraphic classification of the official Post Office writing on each stamp; and last but certainly not least, the size and number of the perforations. It's absolutely enthralling! Of course, some people claim that the type, size, weight and maker's mark of the perforating pins is also of vital interest but that's typical of your undedicated hobbyist collector - the stamp, the whole stamp and nothing but the stamp is what it's really all about. Honestly, who could possibly care about pins?"



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

Queen Ptraci of Djelibeybi:
"My resolution for next year is to purchase more Royal crocodiles. And to feed more smugglers to them. Also, to double the number of flush toilets in the Palace. And hot showers. And cold showers. And to import an Igor, even though it's said they don't thrive in desert conditions. I can certainly understand that - this desert sun doesn't half play havoc with my skin! Which is why I want an Igor in the first place. Some people might think having your face on all the national currency is quite impressive, but I don't want to go down in Djelibeybian history as the Queen with a faceful of wrinkles."

Miss Battye, a noted seamstr-, um, needlewoman:
My resolution for Hogswatch is to open my own needlework shop! After so many years of being mistaken for - of being mistaken, I think it's time people know me for the work I'm proud of and not for the work certain sorts of people think I shouldn't be proud of, although of course I've never done that sort of work so I can't have something I've done that I'm not proud of if I've never done it. And I can tell you, a widower on a pension, who's in need of some darning, is certainly not proud! So I shall become Battye the bespoke tailor and wield my mushroom with pride. I wanted to rent the shop next to Mrs Palm's, but a nice widower on a pension pointed out an empty premises to me around the corner in Knocking Lane and it looks perfect. I think I'll call it Miss Battye's Knocking Shop. Finally, I'll be able to work without men walking up to me and asking impertinent questions!"

The Dean of Unseen University:
"My Hogswatch resolution is to combine my new hobby of crateboarding (I learnt it from some young fellers working in the University Clacks tower; you take the wheels from a pair of skates and attach them to a grocer's orange crate, and let me tell you, the thrills and spills are almost as much fun as that Music with Rocks In) with the Invisible Horse Power spell we developed to get Commander Vimes to Koom Valley at terrifying speed. Just think of the possibilities! For a start, it will make Mustrum ever so cross. Also, I think Mrs Whitlow would be impressed, and she's a fine figure of a woman and another woman, splendid old bat if I do say so myself. And I can get Stibbons and Turnipseed to set me up some trick shots - much more exciting than boring old billiards. Now that Paintball and Toe Fu aren't allowed on campus any longer, this will bring back some of that old school spirit. Surf's up! I'm bad! Whatever!"

71-hour Ahmed, a policeman of Klatch:
"I resolve to track down that Al-jibla's source of honeyed locusts onna stick - and put an end to it. That man's crimes against edibility give Klatch a bad name, and Klatch has a bad enough name already in inter-Disc cuisine. My dear D'reg mother cooks better than he does. My camel cooks better than he does. Hmm, now there's a thought... I've been thinking about taking another... holiday in Ankh-Morpork, and I noticed last time that Morporkians have simply no idea about proper Klatchian curry. Perhaps, under an alias of course, I should open a true Klatchian restaurant, and... yes, use it as cover for keeping an eye on... yes, developments. Measure the wind, as it were. Vimes needn't know I'm there, but I might be of some small help in averting any possible future wars. I hear the Watch now has a vampire who works as an agent for Uberwald, so why not? There's always room in Ankh-Morpork for another disconcerting foreigner."



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

Drumknott, clerk to Lord Vetinari:
"In the coming calendar year I resolve to get to the bottom of the missing Number Three grey-lead pencils mystery. The attrition rate of these pencils is far higher than would be explained by the Palace clerks' rate of use; further pursuant to this matter, some of the clerks have entered a complaint about the scarcity of these items, and I myself commissioned an investigation by the Patrician's Dark Clerks which has turned up no clues apart from the discovery than, only last week, an entire consignment of Number Three grey-lead pencils has gone missing without a trace. Enquiries to the Thieves' Guild have produced no enlightening results, and I refuse to take a purely internal matter to the Watch. This may seem like an insignificant detail to some, but I keep a tidy Palace and after all, Cori Celesti is in the details."

Chrysoprase, a noted businessman of Ankh-Morpork:
"Ah, der Hogwatch season am 'pon us again, eh? We businessmen o' der community mus' respec' der soft ones' traditions, hmmm. We Trolls knows all about traditions. So you makes resolutions for last year, eh? Well, I be resolvin' to expand my finance and real estate business. And der same for my... security business. We Trolls knows all about security, 'specially when it come to what you might call security in der neighbourhood. Also, I's goin' for a holiday visitin' der Low King - for a li'l discussion an' a friendly game o' Thud, you unnerstan'... but don' be thinkin dat jus' because I's going for a holiday dat der neighbourhood won' be secure. I's leavin' my bes' security per-son-nel on de job. Odderwise no locals show respec'. Gotta keep up wid der respec'. If you ain't got respec' you be sleepin wid der ooograh in der deep forest. But I no nuffin' 'bout dat, cos I am a respectable businessman."

Mr Pump, a government employee:
"My Resolution For The Coming Year Is To Earn The Remainder Of The Price Of My Self-Purchase And To Cause This Purchase To Come To Pass. Also, I Am Considering Having My Chem Dyed A Fetching Shade Of Puce, Just To Be Fashionable. After All, Personal Internal Adornment Is An Act Of Will."

Dotsie, an Agony Aunt:
"My dear Sadie was a bit unspecific - we make other people keep the resolutions we resolve for them.



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

Adora Belle "Spike" Dearheart, a noted social worker:
"A small child tossed a brick through my window yesterday. My resolution is to find that child and return the brick to him, preferably right between the eyes. Must send a clacks to Sacharissa. What, you expected me to take this seriously? I've got forty part-paid golems to see to, the roof's leaking again, a typhoon in Howandaland has wiped out this year's crop of my favourite tobacco, and now that idiot Lipwig has some ridiculous plan to take me gondola-trekking in Brindisi for Hogswatch. I'm too busy for resolutions."

Lord Downey of the Assassins' Guild:
"As Hogswatch leads us into a new year of undertakings, I must keep a closer eye on our Guild School. Far too many students these days are surviving, that is to say passing, their practical examinations; not a promising result, with the reputation we must at all costs uphold. For if our Guild's standards should fall, that might cause the value of our services to depreciate, and then where would we be? Certainly far less recompensed, and far less respected - and as the charming local businessman Chrysoprase so often reiterates, one has nothing if one has not respect. Apart from that, I intend to continue my personal explorations in the field of botany; my goal is to become the first to breed the famed black 'Delicia mortis' rose in this mortal realm."

Lord Vetinari, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork:
"Resolution. From the
Latatian resolvare, 'to break into tiny pieces with exceptional violence'. Interesting, is it not, the origin of the word. To rule a city, one must first consider its functions, break its very essence, as it were, into tiny pieces. Sometimes with exceptional violence. For the good of the polis, naturally. I find it fascinating that a word of such origin has come in this modern age to mean 'a decision taken with great enthusiasm on the spur of the moment, without having considered its consequences or possibility of success'. Our ancestors had a term for that as well: falcis fallacius, 'dangerously sharp self-deceit'. Hmm. Don't let me detain you."

Lily Weatherwax, a witch on hiatus:
"My resolution? Find myself! And get out of this damn mirror."



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

Miss Level, a singular witch:
"My Hogswatch resolution is to improve my juggling. With all my hands."

Solstice Dibbler, nephew of a noted Ankh-Morpork entrepreneur:
"I welcome a new year of opportunities for enterprise. My Hogswatch resolution is to build and strengthen a business of my own - ever since the affair of Holy Wood (which my uncle says I must never, ever talk about) I've been scraping by while Uncle Throat goes from success to disaster to success to... hey, at least he has excitement and variety in his life. Now, he always says (in a careful whisper) that there's money in piracy, but I don't have the build to be a pirate so what I'm looking into is the fast-growing world of Clacks service providing. You may have heard of the new craze for Clacks-rooms? All it takes is a set of mini-towers and a cheap rented room and I can charge up to a dollar an hour for every pasty-faced "wirehead" who wants to spend his days passing messages back and forth with other pasty-faced wireheads in Genua and Uberwald and all over the Disc! Plus, there's a whole vista of moneymaking opportunities in selling advertising on WireSpace. So next year I shall add fame and glory to the Dibbler family. And I further resolve that after I've done it, I won't lend Uncle Throat a penny. I mean, where's he been all these years while I was scraping?"

Lady Margolotta, a discreet amateur politician of Uberwald:
"For me, every new day is a resolution. Such is the life of a Black Ribboner, as we know all too well. Now that things have gone quieter in Uberwald politics, I need a new, ah, hobby, so I suppose my resolution for the new year is to find one. My dear friend Bobbi Meserole tells me she's retired, but for such as myself there is never a possibility of gentle, aimless retirement. I am what I am. Let me see... knitting is right out; breeding ornamental rats is not nearly enough of a challenge... breeding werewolves, on the other fang... no, it just won't do. Politics and intrigue is what I love best, apart from biting throats and drinkin- no, no, must never think that way again. Perhaps an encrypted (and no, that is not a pune or play on words) Clacks to dear Havelock, to see if we can make additional use of young Sally as a quadruple agent? And while I'm at it, the idea of opening a deportment school for undead spies rather takes my fancy. Good manners are getting scarce among the young vampires of today, especially among the members of the Temperance League. We simply must keep our standards up! It's not all about underwired nightdresses and opera capes, you know."

Walter Plinge, musical director of the Opera House:
"My Hogswatch resolution is the same as last year's and my one for the year before - to teach Christine to carry a tune without dropping it on the orchestra's poor ears. I am nothing if not determined. Also, I want to get the Opera House production of 'Guys and Trolls' up and running, so a trip to Copperhead is in the offing. That's a useful coincidence, because I must visit Mistress Weatherwax and ask her to make me a new invisible mask. There are times when I can feel the old one she gave me wearing a bit thin. I certainly don't want to risk having it fall off when I'm in the middle of a full choir rehearsal... Mother would be so embarrassed, and she deserves a break from being embarrassed by her only son. And speaking of only sons, I must check on how young Slugg junior is coming with the new account books. Ever since the massive success of 'All You Need is Slugg', he's been holed up in the cellar offices. No-one's seen him for so long, he might as well be a ghost."



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

Jeannie, Kelda of the Chalk MacFeegles:
"My Hogswatch resolution for next year is to do something no Kelda has ever before accomplished. Now that we MacFeegles of the Chalk are known as 'the Odd Clan' - the only clan with a cheese in our number, the only clan with a human lass as a former Kelda, the only clan with a fully functional aviator - I propose to have a word wi' my brother and have him teach me the playing o' the mousepipes. Why should a Kelda forever stay at home while her Big Man goes off to meet danger and adventure? Why should a Kelda not be able to recite battle poetry and use the mousepipes as her noble weapon? Why should a Kelda not be able to gie her enemies a proper face full o' heid, just like hers sons and brothers? Why indeed? Yes, my resolution is... Kelda Liberation! And getting Rob to not put so many dragons in his Explanations."

Horace, a noted cheese:
"Mnnamnamnam...mnnammnam...mnnamnamNAM!"

    [Translation: "Next year I resolve to consume many lesser cheeses, keep Jeannie's scullery free of mice and start working on a Feegle-Cheese phrasebook. Rennet rennet wax limewash CRIVENS!"]


Rob Anybody MacFeegle:
"It's a hard job bein' Big Man o' the clan in the best of times, but I wanna be the biggest Big Man in Chalk history. So for next year I intend to doin' o' the rrreadin' o' the Law, 'specially them pesky Writs an' Summonses. An' I rrresolve tae practise the not-rrreadin' as well, when it comes tae the big wee hag's pers'nal private letters'n sich. 'cept in emergencies. O' course, when it comes tae the big wee hag, there's no knowin' o' what's an emergency, but I'll always hae good Explanations. Wi' dragons in 'em."

Samuel Vimes the Younger, heir to the Duchy of Ankh-Morpork:
"Next year I'm going to find my cow! Without my Daddy's help!"

A Fairytale of Old Ankh

YOUR SONG OF THE MONTH
by Weird Alice Lancrevic

This is not the greatest Hogswatch carol in the world - this is just a tribute (SNH, SNH, SNH). I always had a horror of the sickly sweetness of most carols until the original of this one came along. For those of you unacquainted with its dyspeptic, misanthropic wonderfulness, get yourself to the nearest Anterweb and hunt it down - you won't be sorry! Ho ho ho.

A FAIRYTALE OF OLD ANKH
with apologies to the Pogues


1. A PRISONER IN THE PALACE DUNGEONS:
It was Hogswatch Eve, mate
Down in old Ankh
A chained mime said to me
"Won't learn another word!"
And then he sang a song:
The hedgehog's point of view
I turned twice Widdershins
And dream'd of hot stoo

Got Raven's lucky beak -
See, Death of Rats says SQUEAK
A slate is running
In Biers for me and you
So Happy Hogswatch
From Dots and Sadie
Making Morpork free of crime
And nightmares all come true...

2. TWOFLOWER:
They've got gnolls big as trolls
They've got wizards in robes
But the smell goes right through you
There's no rest for your nose
When we walked round the Shades
On that cold Hogswatch night
You promised me Ankh-Morpork vampires don't bite

3. VARIOUS MEMBERS OF THE BEGGARS' AND THIEVES' GUILDS:
"You were Bursar - "
"You were jolly..."
"You stank like Queen Molly!"
When the minstrels stopped playing
We set them alight
Piss Harry's "collecting"
Mossy Lawn, he's dissecting
We ate Dibbler's meat pies
And retched through the night

EVERYONE:
The boys from the YMPA Choir
Were singing sourly
And Dark Morris bells rang out
For Hogswatch Eve.

4. NOBBY AND COLON:
"You're a Fool, a nut-case."
"You're a civic disgrace,
"Swigging Bearhugger's booze
"Till you hoick on your shoes!"
"You Lancre sheep-shagger..."
"You unlicensed Beggar..."
"Happy Hogswatch, you Nobbs - "
"Hope the Gods shut yer gob!"

EVERYONE:
The cops of the Day and Night Watch Choir
Committed harmony
And Dark Morris bells rang out
For Hogswatch Eve.

5. DUKE FELMET: "I could've ruled the Disc..."
DUCHESS FELMET: "Well, so could any twit!
"You took my crown from me
"When ghosts unmanned you..."
DUKE: "I killed for Lancre, dear
"I grabbed it for our own..."
DUCHESS: "I'd rather stand alone!"
ALL LANCRE TOGETHER: "But we could never stand you!"

EVERYONE:
The ghouls from the Bel-Shamharoth Choir
Were howling tunelessly
And Dark Morris bells rang out
For Hogswatch Eve!


The original lyrics can be found at:
http://www.pogues.com/Releases/Lyrics/LPs/IfIShould/Fairytale.html

Thursday, November 30, 2006

November 2006

BEASTIES TO BEWHERE

She's baaack! And it feels like it's been such a long - wait, it HAS been a long time. That's what I get for casting my own horoscope and discovering it wasn't safe to get out of bed for a whole month...now that Alls Fallow has come and gone while I wasn't looking, and now that everyone's made their traditional post-Fallow dentistry appointments, it's as good a time as any to concentrate on the astro-illogical interpretations on monsters and demons and personal Bugbears of Horrorscopic Horribleness. Not your actual Bugbear, which is a harmless insect-mammal hybrid that lives in the Forest of Skund and produces a wonderful milk-flavoured honeycomb, but the more mettyforical sort of bugbear. The sort one has to beware. Or more properly, bewhere, as in "be where these creatures aren't". So for your edification and protection (after all, Alls Fallow will come around again next year), I present the most dangerous and distressing bugbears for each Sign. Bewhere!



The Adamant Hedgehog 21 Mar - 20 Apr

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: the Truth Fairy; Al-Zyma, Lord of Forgetfulness and Confusion

Unlike the Tooth Fairy, who gives you money for each tooth you put under your pillow, the Truth Fairy gives you nothing but trouble. Oh yes, sometimes people may commend you on your honesty after a visit from this bothersome creature, but what they're really thinking is more along the lines of "you know, there's a ship leaving for HungHung at six o'clock, and I would very much like you to be on it." It is particularly important for Hoggers, with their tendency to loud voices and positions of authority, to be where this Fairy is not - as confessions about one's private business tend to diminish respect amongst employees, troops and student bodies. You wouldn't want your wet-eared new recruits to know about the time you gave your trousers an inner redecoration at the Battle of Wounded Kneecap, or about those secret meetings you've been having with the nubile young second wife of your main business partner, or about - well, I leave it to your imagination. The truth can set you freer than you ever wished to be. Literally.

Another creature to avoid at all costs is Al-Zyma, rightly feared by scholars, executive officers, wizards and elderly single persons everywhere. The dreaded touch of Al-Zyma can lead to embarrassing public outings (without clothing, for starters), unwitting explosions (various), and spells going horribly wrong and opening a rift to the Dungeon Dimensions. Worst of all, Al-Zyma can make you forget to avoid...the Truth Fairy. Bewhere!



Gahoolie, the Vase of Tulips 21 Apr - 21 May

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: Count Specula; the demon Ankulta

Count Specula, once a minion of Lord Astfgl of the Underworld but now an independent Dis-harmony contractor, is the secret motivating force behind unwise investments, foolish major purchases, ill-considered business expansions, national lotteries, and the Antiques Roadshow. Patron demon of economists and financial advisors everywhere, Count Specula can always be counted on to find you when you've just discovered a stash of dollars the tax collectors overlooked, or when Great-aunt Anaesthesia finally dies and leaves you that promising block of flats in Empirical Crescent. Don't listen to a word he says, unless you really enjoy dining on old boots and keeping company with Foul Ole Ron.

Few demons are more terrifying than Ankulta, who presents a face of great fairness but whose evil influence causes sane, gentle folk to experience sudden attacks of rabid nationalism; social, moral and religious intolerance; and an addiction to supporting pointlessly repressive laws. Her honeyed words, poured into the ears of the unsuspecting, have ruined many a sweet soul! One day you're sporting a nice green ASK ME ABOUT FREEING THE BOROGRAVIAN REFUGEES badge; the next, you're declaring war on Klatch. A must to avoid, especially if you live in a large city-state. Bewhere!



Herne the Hunted 22 May - 21 Jun

BUGBEAR TO BEWHERE: Trihuga the Softener; the Heedless Horseman

As Hernians, it's good that you're caring and sharing and sensitive to environmental issues (especially ones involving lots of teeth and a taste for innocent Hernians). But if you fall under the curse of Trihuga the Softener, you'll discover, to your woe, what "too much of a good thing" can truly mean - because Trihuga the Softener doesn't make your laundry fluffy and fresh-smelling, oh no; he does that to your brain! You'll find yourself espousing every crackpot cause, every well-meaning-but-ridiculous lifestyle, every faddish cult in the book (and some that have quite rightly never been written there). Crystals? You'll buy a quarry-load. Animal rights? You'll be right there in Sator Square, shouting "CRUEL TO SCORPIONS, PATRICIAN OUT OUT OUT!" and having your particulars taken by the Watch. Water-saving? You'll be the one who refuses to bathe for a year (and having your entire self taken by the Watch for creating a public nuisance). There's one born every minute, and if Trihuga gets his way, it could be YOU.

The Heedless Horseman is a more physical sort of monster, but no less a sower of discord. An Elemental disguised in vaguely human (plus equine) form, the Heedless Horseman is the evil force that causes crop circles, trampled fence and unexplained stampedes and is the bane of sheepdogs trials and wrecker of military tattoos and municipal parades. Whenever a coachman swerves to avoid "some crazy bugger, just tore right past me, you'd think he never heard of brakes" and the crazy bugger can't be found, you know the Heedless Horseman has struck again. String piano wire across your gates and never farm unarmed, and you might just avoid him. Bewhere!



The Wizard's Staff and Knob 22 Jun - 22 Jul

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: Old Man Tribal; Tah-Beh Loyud

Old Man Tribal, a cousin of Hoki the Jokester, loves family gatherings. Specifically, he loves to demonically compel all those upsetting relatives you never wanted to see again, never ever, to attend your most select family gatherings and make absolute donkeys of themselves. That time Uncle Gurgury accidentally hanged himself from the chandelier whilst attempting to imitate competition Rim divers at your sister's wedding? - no prizes for guessing who was behind that! Old Man Tribal also infamously foments family arguments at holiday times, leading to broken marriages, broken china and broken heads. The only ways to avoid a visit from Old Man Tribal are 1) stay single (though you'll have to move out of Mum's house), 2) become a hermit, 3) try your hand at extended polar exploration, or 4) make serial killing your new hobby and start your practice close to home. That last option tends to be a bit messy though.

And if you catch the attention of the snoopsome Tah-Beh Loyud, also known as the Goss Whisperer, those family mishaps won't be confined just to your own neighbourhood; they'll be reported in The Times, complete with every cringemaking detail...or more likely in whatever scurrilous "newspaper" the Dibbler Media Group publishes in any given week, with cringemaking details that never happened but which the reading public will find all too believable. Of course, if fame at any price is your goal in life, try Option 4 (above). Bewhere!



Bilious, God of Hangovers 23 Jul - 23 Aug

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: P'Hulu of the Sewers; Modzilla

P'Hulu, tentacled monster of the urban deeps, was once thought to be an Elder God from the endlessly black, endlessly cold, strangely oblong-shaped Space Between the Multiverses, but has now been identified as the only survivor of a lesser species of demon from the Dung Dimension (note spelling). No less horrible for having been reclassified, though, P'hulu reifies the collected spirit residue of every bad meal you've ever eaten twice, every projectile hangover you've ever experienced, every bag of rubbish you ever forgot to put out before going on your summer holidays and all the less fragrant by-products of the duties of new parenthood, and brings them to you in full-colour nightmares with added SmellSurround. Not a lot else to say, is there? Eww. As if your life as a Bilian isn't already a world of noisome misfortune. You might want to pick a less colourful Sign to be born under in your next life!

The victims of Modzilla tend to find themselves in an unfortunate situation: not only do they experience a compulsion to dress in whatever passes for the latest fashion, but they also can't help but behave like sulky, rebellious teenagers...rather like the average wizard, really, only with more leather and sharper-toed boots. If you're touched by the claws of Modzilla, you will find yourself purposelessly hanging around street-corners, trying to turn your childhood wagon into a Brindisian-designed scooter, and gathering at the seaside for crumbles- um, rumbles. And refusing to clean your room. Rather like the average wizard, really. Bewhere!



Mubbo the Hyena 24 Aug - 23 Sept

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: the Blackbird of Uncertainty; Gothra

The Blackbird of Uncertainty was hatched from the same egg as the Bluebird of Happiness, and is thus known as the Ectoplasmic Avian Evil Twin. This incorporeal monster, recognised only by the flap of its unvisible wings, bestows foreboding, poor self-esteem, untimely attacks of philosophy and general existential dreeed upon even the most formerly blithe and untroubled; its victims have been known to abandon prosperous careers in favour of long, fruitless quests for the meaning of life (a tragic waste, as the answer can be obtained from any passing History Monk in exchange for a cup of buttered yak tea and a bag of chips, or from Mrs Cosmopilite for five dollars and thruppence), or to waste crucial consolidation-of-kingship time on musings about whether or not to be (a tragic waste, as the musers often find that the only answer is "not to be", delivered by a long pointy sword belonging to someone else). The only known antidote is scumble. Lots of scumble. Which ultimately delivers the same end...

Gothra, a low-budget Agatean monster, can often be found hanging out with the Blackbird of Uncertainty at celestial shopping precincts. Gothra's dreaded touch turns victims into a physical copy of itself - pale-faced, slump-shouldered, dressed in ragged black garments and sporting black or deep purple eyeliner, lipstick, nail varnish and hair dye - and causes an addictive desire to lurk in dark social clubs listening to lugubrious music and playing Hex games. A visitation from Gothra can be terribly distressing if you happen to be a community leader or rosy-cheeked grandmother...or, worst of all, a witch. Bewhere!



The Small Boring Group of Faint Stars 24 Sept - 23 Oct

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: the Fourecksian Yobbi; the Eater of Sooks

The Fourecksian Yobbi can be found in pubs. Or around pubs. Or asleep in the gutters outside pubs, sometimes stacked six deep. An active Yobbi (in its relatively harmless sessile state, it sits around watching sport, muttering about sport, or playing the ancient Fourecksian game Poh-Qiiz) will approach you sidelong muttering its feared cry of "Gissapint!"; if you are foolish enough to heed it, you'll soon be broke, brain-dead and suffering from terminal liver disease. Demonologists disagree as to whether the Yobbi is sentient, as its speech consists only of "Maaaaaaaate!", "Gissapint!" and "Aaaw, Warnie! Maaaaaaaaate!", but with much patience and cruelty a Yobbi can be trained to shear sheep. Or so it's said - no-one attacked by a Yobbi has ever stayed sober enough for long enough to attempt it.

The Eater of Sooks has a taste for Boring'uns, oh yes it does. While its natural victims are Mubboons, it is a voracious demon that will always go for timid, wet, unadventurous types, so Boring'uns bewhere! Avoid sulking in corners, because the Eater of Sooks will get you. Avoid sitting quietly in libraries, because the Eater of Sooks will get you. Avoid safe clerical jobs in cosy cubicles, because the Eater of Sooks will get you. And bewhere especially, because the Eater of Sooks often disguises itself as a stern headmaster, grumpy spinster librarian, leader of a Scout troop or fire-breathing boss. I'd say you have a problem...bewhere!



Androgyna Majestis 24 Oct - 22 Nov

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: VykiBekum; Kaatu and the Sisters of Hellton

Andies tend to fall prey to a host of sartorial and social weaknesses - and to the demons that cause the worst of these. Most fearsome of such demons is the VykiBekum. Bestower of wardrobe malfunctions, white handbags, terrifying lip-gloss and a craving to be iconographed whilst shopping, VykiBekum is the scourge of human women everywhere in the Multiverse. Respectable gentlewomen visited in the night by this she-demon have been known to awaken with unsought hair extensions and severe eating disorders. Worse yet, they find themselves obsessively drawn to handsome tattooed sportsmen of low intelligence, or even possessed of a desire to commit Music with Rocks In despite utterly lacking discernible talent. A minor relative of the VykiBekum, the Jakytila, is far less harmful - but whatever you do, don't let her in your kitchen, as she will put everything edible into your chip pan! Some say the Rohztila is also a demon of this water, but they're wrong; the Roztila is in actuality a type of Good Fairy and a saver of universes, lip-gloss notwithstanding.

Kaatu the Poseur, not a demon but rather a minor deity forever angling to become a major one, is the Small God of Social Climbing. Anyone touched by the acrylic nails of Kaatu will dedicate her or his life to marrying royalty, impersonating royalty at soirees and Clicks premieres, or snaring any heiresses or captains of industry who happen to be lying around loose (and lying around loose is also an embarrassing speciality of Kaatu's victim's). Kaatu is served by an order of blonde priestesses, the Sisters of Hellton, who are known by their shockingly brief habits, their briefly shocking other habits, and their penchant for keeping small vicious wild animals as lapdogs. Bewhere!



Great T'Phon's Foot 23 Nov - 21 Dec

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: the Gyyk Fairy; Rama-Kuni the Dancer

Footies already have a tendency toward unrealistic pursuits, so the Gyyk Fairy is a must to avoid for you lot. This Bad Fairy confers on the unwary an over-consuming love of technomancy, anoraks, bananana and sushi pizzas, insanely violent role-playing gamery, and terrible pulp novels about barbarian swordsmen (and impossibly gentle Noble Dragons...and impossibly over-endowed young princesses with bagels on their ears...and impossibly anachronistic weaponry...), and an insistence on sitting around to all hours discussing what sort of arm motions create maximum spell-casting power and who would win an arse-kicking contest between Granny Weatherwax and Cohen the Barbarian. On the plus side, victims of the Gyyk Fairy are much in demand with the UU High Energy Magic Department. On the minus side, victims of the Gyyk Fairy are much in demand with the UU High Energy Magic Department. It's a lose-lose situation.

Rama-Kuni, a demon once little known but now famously parodied in the Vitoller Players' theatrical series "Little Morpork", causes its victims to communicate only through the medium of Dance (not to be confused with Madame Smalls, the Medium of Dance - who practises prognostication in Dance Golightly, a notably clumsy-denizened village near Slice). Persons transformed by Rama-Kuni can be recognised by their fondness for tartan, tendency to become hostellers, and insistence on playing the flute. Bewhere!



Hoki the Jokester 22 Dec - 20 Jan

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: the Pterrordactyl; Worcta Ruul

The Pterrordactyl, a rare hot-blooded winged reptilian monster left over from the prehistoric days before the Fifth Elephant's crash-landing wiped out nearly all Discly life, is every Hokian's worst nightmare - or more exactly, everyone else's worst nightmare should a typical Hokian and a Pterrordactyl come together. The creature gives its victims both greatly enhanced power and a maddened desire to sow fear, mayhem and, yes, terror near and abroad. Especially abroad. Remember, Hoki is the Sign of powerful witches, powerful rulers and dangerously deep thinkers, all of whom are scary enough without the added boost of the Pterrordactyl's touch! Do we really want, say, a King or Patrician with the power of a Sourcerer, the cleverness of Leonard of Quirm and the murderousness of Lily Weatherwax? - um, that was a rhetorical question. If you needed more than one second to think about it, you definitely need to bewhere the Pterrordactyl!

Far less overtly dangerous but still capable of bringing entire societies to their knees, the demon Worcta Ruul sows its own sort of mayhem. Worcta Ruul, a distant relative of Count Specula (although usually working what could be described as the other side of the socioeconomic street), nests in featherbeds surrounded by picket fences and loves to foment strikes, go-slows and dogged adherence to the most minor and exacting small print in employment contracts. It frequently strikes at public works committees, road-building crews and distributors of tax rebates, but in a pinch is quite happy to stir up household wars over who has to wash how many dishes on Octeday night or whose turn it is to clean which square foot of the pig shed. Bewhere!



The Rather Large Gazunda 21 Jan - 18 Feb

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: Papa Rotsie; Kalmi the Wanderer

Papa Rotsie may have a jolly, avuncular name, but he's a bad, bad elemental. With his vast army of determined iconograph imps and his huge nose that can smell out any potentially embarrassing public or private situation, Papa Rotsie travels the Disc in search of victims among both high and low levels of society and marks them with his dread sigil, so that his icono-imps can take the worst possible pictures - where "worst" means "most likely to cause loss of face, loss of position, or loss of credibility" - and drop copies through the mail-slots of The Times and of every publisher of village newsletters, almanacks and scurrilous gossip-sheets. If you trip and knock over the Patrician at a stellar event, Papa Rotsie will find you (so will the Dark Clerks, but that's another problem entirely). And he'll also find you when you're trying a discreet exit from some famous Lady's bedroom window...or when you've travelled to Howondaland to secretly adopt a fashionably poor toddler...or when your latest Igor "facial" hasn't quite healed yet...a very dangerous manifestation, Papa Rotsie has even been suspected of causing high-speed royal coach crashes. Such is the price of fame. And unflattering iconographs.

A lonely demon on a lonely planet, Kalmi the Wanderer infects its victims with endless wanderlust, most of all with a desire to travel to the most remote and least safe of places, armed only with an oversized rucksack, far too few changes of underwear, and a badly dog-eared secondhand copy of Sir Roderick Purdeigh's "Rough Guide to Countries You Really Shouldn't Visit Without an Army". If called by Kalmi, you will immediately trade your watch for a compass, your cart for a pair of hiking boots, and your commonsense for, well, a Burton (remember, Purdeigh is the man whose most famous quotation was 'I only speak two languages, Morporkian and bad Morporkian'). Most victims find themselves far from home, freezing cold or sunburnt beyond recognition, and often inside a village's communal cooking pot - or a tiger. Bewhere!



Lesser Umbrage 19 Feb - 20 Mar

BUGBEARS TO BEWHERE: the Bewrick Rat; Habius, Server of Writs

Long ago, behind the rear entrance to what is now the Patrician's Palace, there stood a small laneway known as Bewrick Alley, where dwelt all the King's accountants, tax-counters and similar functionaries; and in this laneway evolved a small, tidy, harmless rodent that fed exclusively on scraps of the red ribbon used to tie up official scrolls. Then a storm of magical leakage from Unseen University swept through the area, turning the harmless rodent into a huge, slavering, insatiable monster (and coincidentally wiping out all traces of Bewrick Alley, so that the only surviving reference to it is the name of this dreadful creature. The Bewrick Rat is drawn to anything red-coloured to feed its eternal hunger, and thus is infamous for being able to extract blood even from a stone! It is also notable for being the Disc's only cold-blooded mammal, and for never deserting a sinking ship until all accounts payable have been collected.

Habius, Server of Writs, is perhaps the most dangerous of all the Proxi Demons. Known for its disregard of clocks, refusal to wait at locked doors, general rudeness, and uncanny ability to track its victims in crowded restaurants, pathless forests and mountaintop holiday chalets, Habius can prevail against the most carefully thought-out escape plans and never takes "NO!!!" for an answer. The best defence against this demon is premature death, although some members of the Fresh Start Club can testify that this doesn't always work. At least Habius does give its victims some warning, though - it's the only mystical creature that glows blue in the presence of... itself. Bewhere!

Haze of Octarine

HAZE OF OCTARINE
by Weird Alice Lancrevic
(with apologies to the Beatles)

On the Disc where I was born
Lived a wizard, robed and keen
Who was known to live his life
In a haze of octarine

So he sailed around the moon
Safe in Leonard's space machine†
'Til he crashed beneath the Rim
In a haze of octarine

CHORUS:
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine

Dwarfs and trolls are playing Thud
Interspecies war: free of blood!
And the Band With Rocks In plays:

[dear filkers, insert two bars of cacophony here!]

We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine

As we live a life enthaum'd
From the Gods and kings to Foul Ole Ron (to Foul Ole Ron!)
Wizards fat (wizards fat!) to witches lean (witches lean!)
In our haze of octarine

We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine
We all live in a haze of octarine
A haze of octarine, haze of octarine...

(Repeat and keep drinking until falling over occurs)




† I know that Leonard doesn't call it anything that simple, but otherwise it wouldn't fit the rhythm of the song!

Privet Dancer

PRIVET DANCER
(with apologies to Tina Turner)
by Weird Alice Lancrevic

All the folk come to my forest
Their requests are never grand
They know that I'm the poorest
Hedge wizard in the land

Mostly, customers are human
Now and then, a dwarf or troll
I put my show on to please 'em
Keeping myself off the dole

I'm your privet dancer, a dancer for magic
Brew any potion for you
I'm your privet dancer, I'm rural and tragic
And any old hedgerow will do...

I want to live a life more thrilling
I wanna live out by the Rim
Eating pies with tasty fillings
Yeah, my pointy hat could use a brim

All the folk come to my forest
Desperation brings them in
Here comes another chorus
So here's your medicine

I'm your privet dancer, a dancer for magic
Spell-casting only for you
I'm your privet dancer, no shambles or gadgets
But any old hedgerow will do...

Don't want Ankh dollars
A flannel full of cress will do nicely, thank you!
Play my parts just like Vitoller
Tell me, do you wanna see me read your future again?

I'm your privet dancer...


** NOTE:
original lyrics for Private Dancer can be found at:
http://www.lyricsdepot.com/tina-turner/private-dancer.html
or http://tinyurl.com/yfb16a