To some of us the date 25th of May has some literary frivolity attached. So today I shall carry my lilac towel, eat a boiled egg and make merry to the anthem of the glorious revolution.
To the Douglas Adams fans amongst us, and the Hitch Hikers Guide in particular we carry a towel, everywhere, anywhere and may find it useful to stuff in the mouth if any Vogon starts reciting poetry!
To the Terry Pratchett readers, particularly the Discworld’s Night Watch devotees, we wear something lilac, take a boiled egg to snack on during the watch and chant along with the anthem.
The words are ::
All the little angels rise up, rise up.
All the little angels rise up high!
How do they rise up, rise up, rise up?
How do they rise up, rise up high?
They rise heads up, heads up, heads up, they rise heads up, heads up high!
Which is later remarked in the book by Commander Vimes
That’s a nice song,’ said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time.
‘It’s an old soldiers’ song,’ he said.
‘Really, sarge? But it’s about angels.’
Yes, thought Vimes, and it’s amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It’s a real soldiers’ song: sentimental, with dirty bits. ‘As I recall, they used to sing it after battles, he said. ‘I’ve seen old men cry when they sing it, he added.
‘Why? It sounds cheerful.’
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You’ll learn. I know you will.
Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett, I salute you good sirs, and thank you for the hours of enjoyment.