A grand day out
Today me, mum and brother went to York to celebrate my birthday. The tour bus was far too expensive so we skipped it - that in no way stopped us from seeing a class of baby breakdancers (average age about nine) displaying their talents, a trio of burlesque girls handng out leaflets (my brother was instantly smitten), a massive brass band - as we approached it was playing the Blues Brothers theme and it just got cooler from there, an escapologist who talked and talked and talked and then started begging as well, and an elderly violinist playing a bright purple electric violin with masterly command of an effects box.
York has some epic street theatre.
I also bought a very fine hat in black and hot pink that sibling and mother-figure said made me look like Audrey Hepburn, which can't be bad; a candy thermometer, which means I can now make sugar glass (I am suddenly a more effective prop girl), and a pair of gladiator sandals to replace the awful black pumps I've been wearing for two years.
The awesomeness did not stop when we left York. In the service station on the way back was a lot of men in Blues Brothers outfits who turned out to be a stag party, and I had a debate with one of them about whether marriage is defined as good luck until one of the others threw a gummi sweet at me and I told him it wasn't polite to throw sweets at strange women, raised my hat and left.
And then when we got back to Tod, a number of people in odd costumes - one was a chicken suit - wandered across the car park. I think there's something going on in the park...
It has been a hot, weird and very awesome day.
York has some epic street theatre.
I also bought a very fine hat in black and hot pink that sibling and mother-figure said made me look like Audrey Hepburn, which can't be bad; a candy thermometer, which means I can now make sugar glass (I am suddenly a more effective prop girl), and a pair of gladiator sandals to replace the awful black pumps I've been wearing for two years.
The awesomeness did not stop when we left York. In the service station on the way back was a lot of men in Blues Brothers outfits who turned out to be a stag party, and I had a debate with one of them about whether marriage is defined as good luck until one of the others threw a gummi sweet at me and I told him it wasn't polite to throw sweets at strange women, raised my hat and left.
And then when we got back to Tod, a number of people in odd costumes - one was a chicken suit - wandered across the car park. I think there's something going on in the park...
It has been a hot, weird and very awesome day.