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.

[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::