It's Carnival time once again. From today until the 8th February we grind to halt, don mildly ammusing costumes and try to make fools of ourselves.
I'm inspired to write by six ghouls in the market square beating drums and generally making the most God awful row, received good humouredly by all and sundry. It wouldn't do to spoil the mood. Like when a young lad 'water bombed' me yesterday walking through the park, innocently proclaiming 'what me?'.
No photo's this year after my camera got knicked, I'm going to replace it later in the year, I'll jot down things that amuse.
Of course the election campaign has started and it is difficult to seperate the politicians from the comedians, particularly when one of the parties is running a campaign that everyone will be taught English.
I'm inspired to write by six ghouls in the market square beating drums and generally making the most God awful row, received good humouredly by all and sundry. It wouldn't do to spoil the mood. Like when a young lad 'water bombed' me yesterday walking through the park, innocently proclaiming 'what me?'.
No photo's this year after my camera got knicked, I'm going to replace it later in the year, I'll jot down things that amuse.
Of course the election campaign has started and it is difficult to seperate the politicians from the comedians, particularly when one of the parties is running a campaign that everyone will be taught English.