Christmas Memories - Jean-Luc

'..post a comment here on my blog with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL CHRISTMAS MEMORY of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.'

You can find all 28 here. It was an idea I picked up from Oldoldlady. And then I made it bigger!
At my Crazie Christmas Party the other night, I had each adult give me a number between 1 and 28.
So there are 6 memories!These are the memories that I have now recalled and will tell you about - at one a day :-)

Next is number 10

Jean-Luc Picard said...
Do you remember the time you and I played sardines in that cupboard. There was just us two in there and the door got locked, and it was hours before it could be released. We had to find SOME way to pass the time! What a laugh when everyone found I'd locked the door myself!

Oh, do I ever remember *that* evening [sigh]

It was one of the Enterprise's famous parties thrown by the secret object of my desire, Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Everyone was there and the Bajoran brandy was flowing easily. Always one with an eye for an opportunity, I suggested sardines. For the uninitiated you turn out all the lights in the house. The person that is "it" goes and hides - similar to hide-n-seek. Everyone else counts slowly to 100. When they're done counting they go find the "it". But when they find "it" they hide with him/her until the last person finds the hiding group. The smaller the hiding place the more [coughs] cosy the end result!
On basis of rank, Jean-Luc was "it", and I peeked through my fingers as I counted. As he left the room, I quietly followed without the others seeing. He ran down a hallway and slipped into a small closet. In any other place it would have been a cleaning closet, but as the Enterprise is self-cleaning it was a small very empty space.
I gently opened the door and sneaked in behind him.
'Was that 100?' he asked with a wry smile.
'Nope' I answered honestly. 'I just wanted to be alone with you.'
I shut the door and held my breath. Were my months, nay years, of desire to be fulfilled? Jean-Luc moved easily over to the door pad and locked the door using his command code.
I stiffened as he brushed past me and then he stood in front of me.
'Shall we get more comfortable?' he asked, unzipping his jacket. Well, I was stumped, wearing only a flimsy party dress and not a lot else, I couldn't get much more 'comfortable'. But I pulled off my high heeled shoes and instantly, my intended love was several inches taller than me.
'I've been wanting to talk to you for a while,' he continued, unbuttoning his shirt. 'I was trying to find some time with you alone tonight - but I guess you managed that yourself!'
I smiled keenly in the darkness of the cupboard.
'What did you want to talk to me about?' I asked.
'The new Enterprise talent night. Beverley has talked me into taking part and I thought I'd do the speech from Henry the V, St Crispin Day.'
And from the darkness the melodious voice rolled across me.....

'This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.

He that shall see this day and live old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispin's:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'

Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day.
Then shall our names,
Familiar in their mouths as household words,
Harry the king,
Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot,
Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.

This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.'

I applauded gently, my heart sinking.
'Very nice, Jean-Luc - should go down well at the talent night.' I managed to spit out.
'Oh, good, glad you think so,' he said jovially, and reached out to unlock the door.
'Shall we join the others?'

Definition of irony: Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs!

cq