You couldn't make it up.
Here in Sunny Nailsworth, we like to lay on the Best of British entertainment and Saturday was no exception.
Take a look.
It was a town criers competition - South West Region,
I guess.
Make the most of this Town crier, she's the most modern one you'll see on this blog.
The most modern one I saw on the day!!
She turns a lovely ankle, mu-dear, done-chu-know?
In tow each 'Crier' seemed to have a 'moll',
or as I like to call them,
a 'Moppet'.
They were all of a type.
Oh heck, is this how I'll be in a year or two??????
Penis/plume envy?
Oh yeh,
and that reminds me,
what is it about men and medals?
OK, OK, KEEP YOUR FEATHERS UP: ONLY ASKING.
"Hmm, nice swig-o-gin."
"Well really, did you see that?"
"Yes."
"He didn't offer me a drop."
"Too late now, he's tucking away the bottle."
"S'empty anyway."
"Shame."
'Yeh."
Don't get the wrong impression, it was a good morning out AND that was only
WATER.
It is fun to fantasize sometimes.
: )
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