Party like it's 1499

I'm typing this from a pub with wi-fi somewhere in the depths of Gloucestershire. Normally when I'm on one of these sleeping-in-a-tent weekends I just declare myself offline, but certain bits of business that I have to catch up on have necessitated my committing the cardinal sin of bringing a laptop to a medieval event for fuck's sake. I'm glad this pub has wi-fi, but I could do without the hideous piped 80s music. You know the kind of 80s they play around 2AM in goth clubs? Yeah, this is the other '80s. The '80s you were glad to forget. The '80s you hoped would never, ever come back after you bludgeoned them to death with a shovel and buried their still-twitching corpse at the crossroads. Those '80s.

Anyway, it's rare that I'm in a position to blog in mid-reenactment, so I thought I would put down a few thoughts to try and give people who don't do this madness an impression of what it's like.
( Getting seriously medieval )