As Paul reports, the tankard has hit New York, greatest city on Earth, according to those from New York. Faris is in control of the sacred cup and he looks pretty happy about it all (Faris is on the right).
Things you may not know about Faris:
He has some hair
He lives in New York
He likes Stone Junction (one of the best books ever written, for sure)
He knows Geoff Baker
This last part might not mean much to many people, but it sure means something to me, and Geoff.
I have had a short blog holiday. It lasted about a month. And now it's done.
In that time many things have changed in the world.
The tankard has returned. It's going to travel once again.
Violet celebrated her first birthday. We wore hats and erected a tent in the living room to celebrate.
And my granddad died.
Morris was a champ. The kindest, most generous man you could ever care to meet. He loved his children and his grandchildren and his great grandchildren. He defeated the Germans by himself (allegedly) and never had a bad word to say about anyone, ever. I've always been so proud to be related to him, and I always will be. I couldn't have had a greater example of how a man should lead his life.
The tankard is broken. It got busted in transit from Bilbao to London. While this is something of a setback, we should not be despondent. Paul will fix it and it will reach Nigeria. I have no doubt about that.
After gentle chiding from certain individuals, I have realised that a tankard post is long overdue. Javier (near Bilbao) currently holds the murky brown drinking pot, and I'm sure he would like to send it on. So here's the revised schedule:
And that's as far as we've got. We still need to figure out a way to get it to our ultimate destination, which is Nigeria. But I'm sure it won't mind having a bit of a wander around Europe and North America in the mean time.
If I've forgotten anyone, or if you fancy a go and aren't on the list, let me know.
Paul receives the tankard from Hoshinosan - a challenge is born
Paul is the owner of the tankard and thinks it's time for a review of our aims and methods. I agree.
For those who don't remember, the tankard was given to Paul as a present. I said that I quite fancied a go on it, and reckoned that we could keep sending it on to people who were interested in spending some time with this strangely alluring boozing cup. And thus was born the Great Tankard Challenge.
So we found some people who volunteered to receive the tankard, in this order:
And does anyone else fancy a go? You might want to show the tankard the sights and sounds of your hometown. If you do, form an orderly queue and post a comment. The committee will assess each application on its merits.
This is the first time I have used a Spanish headline on this blog. A momentous occasion, I'm sure you'll agree. Anyway, I stole it from Javier's post on the great tankard challenge. Javier has had the precious vessel in his possession for a week or so now, and now he tells the tale, first in Spanish and then translated into English.
It's a bit more poetic than the usual tankard chat:
"Everybody will have heard stories about bottles thrown to the sea with
a message inside, bottles which have remained on the sea many years
leading by seacurrents to get their place or until destiny has wanted
them to get that place. Or about that shipment of rubber ducks which
remained adrift after the container that transported them broke out,
until they invaded the Scottish shores."
The tankard is in Spain. To be more specific, I think it's in Barakaldo. Javier sent over a couple of pictures and had this to say...
Mr Tankard is in Spain. This weekend I'll take it to the city and take some photos. I'm afraid the tankard is suffer the actions of travel around Europe, like you can see in the pictures attached. There is a big fissure crossing the tankard. I hope the cup return to London in only one piece.
I'll post more here when I get details from Javier, who works at this nice looking design agency.
*** Update - here's a picture of the fissure that Javier mentions. Worrying.***
My German is appalling. Only did it for two years with a bloke called Mr Pucci as a teacher. He was good but I was rubbish. That's my way of apologising for the no doubt garbled German grammar in the headline.
Anyway, enough about me, and more about the tankard. It's now in Munich. Marcus has control of the chalice and will no doubt be singing that Tannenbaum song to it during the Christmas period.