“I wanna whistle!”
No you f**king well don’t! And if you do I’m going to take it from you and beat you with it repeatedly until you acknowledge the downright pointlessness and f**king irritating nature of cheap whistles on brightly coloured strings that are inexplicably on sale at any even vague attempt at an event involving a mass gathering of people. You don’t need a whistle, and the only purpose it serves is to irritate the hell out of everyone else! Grrrrr!
*Phew*.
Rant over.
And I for one feel much better.
There was something of a trippette to Notting Hill Carnival on Monday, in part so that if we liked it we’d know for next year and if we didn’t, at least we’d gone and it wouldn’t become one of those things we always meant to do but never quite managed to. Despite Boy’s dire warnings no one got stabbed, no one got mugged, and no one got murdered - we all survived quite well, apart from my, in retrospect, foolish shoe wearing decision.
I think there is probably a way ‘to-do’ Carnival, and I suspect that its not get off the tube, wander around amlessley looking a bit lost, consult free map from the nice people at tfl (looking very much like a bunch of tourists) to find out where you are and guess at where your friends might be. Communicate with said friends via the wander of text message to discover that they are stood under a sycamore tree, which unsurprisingly doesn’t appear on any of the maps to hand. Dance half heartedly whilst walking past sound systems, attempting but failing to celebrity spot/find a sycamore tree/run into any of the people who you know are there but inexplicably can’t quite find in the midst of hundreds of thousands of other people. Buy some overpriced water, realise that your feet are about to drop off as inappropriate foot wear has cut off the blood to your toes, give up and hobble home having failed to see any of the parade…Hmmmm.
Ah well, there is always next year… 
Finaly finished: Harry Potter
Days till New York: 28
Listening to: The Go! Team - Panther Dash
August 31st, 2005 at 12:43 pm
There is indeed a way to do Carnival. First of all you need a friend with a flat overlooking the parade route so you can sit precariously on the bathroom window sill watching the floats. Then there needs to be a fire in the flat next door to said flat-of-a-friend, resulting in evacuation and a visit from some nice fire fighters. Firefighters then stay having put the fire out, and allow you to dance on top of their fire engine, able to see over the top of the large crowd in front of you.
Or else you could get on a train, travel up north and party at the magnificent Manchester Pride!