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On Friday we went to Stranger Than Paradise's "post Edwardian Christmas Market", which included walkabout actors, trapeze artists, blues bands and general gypsyness. Unfortunately (as there always seems to be at STP) there were a fair amount of "normal" people who are just downright weird. They seem to think we are the odd ones, but at least we can understand the idea of personal space.
Amanda, the club's owner and her adorable puppy, Sheba. I always end up puppy-sitting for a few hours (not that I'm complaining). Sheba seems to enjoy chewing on my gloves and then curling up in my lap.
You can see the hay on the floor in the background
