Liquorice Festival

[girlofprey]

Liquorice festival today. For all of an hour. Once again, the highlight was pretty much buying an ice-cream from the ice-cream van, but it was still a nice change, and sunny. Perhaps too sunny. I am decidedly pink in the arms. Still. I learned that rum truffle tastes like rum, and should probably be left alone if you don't like such, and am currently in possession of TINY CELTIC WARRIORS, and a Green Man carved from British Coal. Mostly he looks like a scary cobweb face man, but I wanted a coal dragon last year and didn't get one, so at least I have closure on that. Oh, and mum randomly suggested she and I might go to Venice for a weekend at some point this summer. Which is yay :)

There were less people than last year, but also less semi-animated street drama about cafes and the death of a beloved mouse. But then a local brass band started up, and made most of the day worthwhile. Why will no-one teach me to swing dance? Oh why?

And now I'm home, and Katie and Mick are downstairs, and lalala. The weekend of semi-fun is over, and must rely on Emmerdale and gay sex, for entertainment. THANKS SO MUCH, UNIVERSE.

(Except that - thank you.)

Comments

[whatho.livejournal.com]

A liquorice festival? This is a mildly deranged part of the world in which you live. I couldn't go to a liquorice festival, primarily because of the liquorice, but also because of the fear that Bertie Basset might be the special guest.

A short history of [My Town] and liquorice

[girlofprey.livejournal.com]

It is because my town is famous for it. My town whose name I don't like to say. Except that googling the festival will probably inform you straight away. We have many interesting historical quirks, including special soil that liquorice grows well in. There is in fact a sweet named '[my town] Cakes'. To this day we have two sweet factories - Trebor Basset and Haribo. If you look on the back of Haribo bags, they generally say my town's name. Also we just like to party. So we festival.

It is only slightly sad that I don't like liquorice at all. Bertie Basset may turn up, but with all the liquorice-loving children (and adults) about, he probably wouldn't last very long. Not that I'm suggesting a Lord of the Flies Liquorice style scenario... But - y'know. Draw your own conclusions.

[jekesta]

I have installed the thing that kills the nav bar thing, so now whenever i come to your journal it flashes for a split second and then hides again, and it is a bit like you have a GHOST IN YOUR JOURNAL, I thought I should mention it in case it is a ghost and there is like salting and burnging that needs doing . . possibly I have seen too much supernatural just today.

I remember the liquorice festival from you saying last year yay:):) Coal carvings, oh the love.

::DANCES YOU SWING::

[girlofprey.livejournal.com]

OMG IS THERE A GHOST IN MY JOURNAL? A GHOST THAT SOMETIMES TELLS MY FRIENDS THEY ARE BOTS? It would explain SO MUCH. Or very little, but be quite special. I will scatter salt. I have PLENTY OF IT AROUND! Also I'm going to watch Supernatural. At some point.

Coal carvings, oh the love

We did coal mining, and we are proud!

OH TEACH ME TO SWING DANCE!!!!!