Medieval Night At Akeake Vineyard Restaurant

Dimitri — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 20:20:28 +0000

The second of two highly successful excursions to Ake Ake Restaurant this year

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Ben’s Away

Larry — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 06:48:02 +0000

Ben has gone offshore for a few months to escape the rigors of playing with ‘A Trfle Bazaar’. While he’s away we’re left without wind so we’ve decided to rest ATB for a few months until his return. In the meantime June and Larry will continue as the duo ‘Rosewood’ and will be joined occasionally by Dimitri the enigmatic ‘Greek’.

Storylines Festival

Larry — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 08:34:53 +0000

On Saturday 29th August over 1500 people came together at The Centre for a fantastic family fun day. As part of the annual national Storylines’ celebration of New Zealand children’s literature, Kerikeri hosts a biennial event, bringing children and their families face to face with the people who write, research, and illustrate the books the children read every day.

Music from A Trifle Bazaar added greatly to the atmosphere of the day and Jeannie Skinner the Northland Co-ordinator for Storylines 2009 responded with the following comment after the event:

“Your music was PERFECT for the day joyful and lively and relaxing…
Many people commented on how much they enjoyed it. Your costumes were fabulous, your dancing with the children enchanting, your leading of the parades magnificent !”

A Trifle Bazaar lead a parade (photo by Rachel Hay)

The Origin of our Name

Dimitri — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 21:54:49 +0000

There’s these two French Legionnaires in the desert, and they’ve been separated from their unit and are lost. Thev’ye been wandering for several days without food and water, and are nearly resigned to the fact that they will soon die from dehydration, when as they reach the top of a sand dune, they see a big, bustling market laid out before them. Naturally, they can’t believe their eyes and think it’s a mirage, but as they draw closer, they can hear the stallholders’ cries, and they eventually reach the market and realise that it’s really there.

So the legionnaires rush up to the first stall they can and cry to the stallholder, “Stallholder, we have been travelling in the desert for many days, and have had no food or water. We shall surely die soon unless you have some you can sell us – tell us, do you have any sustenance for us?”

The stallholder shook his head and replied “I’m sorry, french legionnaire type people, but all I have to sell is a load of bowls full of jelly, topped with custard and cream, and lovingly sprinkled with hundreds and thousands.”

The legionnaires look at each other, mildly surprised, and move on to the next stall, where they ask the stallholder, “Mr purveyor of fine foodstuffs and the like, we have been travelling through the desert for days, deprived of the necessary beverages and foodstuffs which are required for survival. We shall surely die soon, unless you can sell us some skins of water.”

The stallholder looked at them embarressed, and confessed “Gentlemen, tragic as I admit it is, I have none of the ingredients necessary to life for which you ask me…all I have to sell is this large bowl of jelly topped with custard and cream and sprinkled with hundereds and thousands, with a little cocktail cherry in the middle at the top – there,” he said, pointing out the glace cherry. “I cannot help you..”

The legionnaires look at each other in desparation, and run on to the next stall, where they demand of the stallholder, “Look mate,” (cos they’d stopped talking funny all of a sudden) “we need water or we’ll die. We’ve been travelling without water for days and need some now. Do you have any you can sell us?”

The stallholder looked at his curl-ended shoes in shame as he confessed, “Sorry, fellas, all I have to sell you is a bowl of jelly, with custard, cream and hundreds and thousands. I can’t help you. I’ll have to condemn you to a long and lingering death through dehydration.”

The legionnaires were really worried by this point, and they went through the market, stall by stall, asking each stallholder whether they had any water they could sell them, and thus save their lives, but each stallholder gave the same reply, all they had to sell was a bowl of jelly with cream, custard and hundreds and thousands.

Dejected and resigned to their grim fate, the legionnaires left the desert market and walked off into the setting sun. As they did so, one turned to the other and said, “That was really odd – a big market in the middle of nowhere, and all they sold was bowls of jelly with custard, cream and hundreds and thousands.”

The other turned to face his companion and replied, “Yes, it was a trifle bazaar.