For some reason, Gathering Peascods was the tune that came to mind when I thought of the Maypole. Perhaps it was something my brain did as a safety measure ... the problem is, I knew it wasn't right, and kept thinking about it until the real Christchurch Bells entered my head. Complete with shudder, even. And now it won't leave. Argh. (I feel rather like Zaphod, having just discovered he sealed off his own brain from himself, and suddenly wishing he hadn't delved.)
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Date: 2004-03-22 07:56 pm (UTC)