After standing at the barrier in Market Sq to watch the ever so slight carnival trundle by...which took all of 6 minutes...I was nevertheless exhausted, worn out, fagged out and in needing of inner soul replenishment so I made my way to the White Horse dreaming of what might have been...
and as you can see I was surrounded and mobbed by groupies. I have no idea who any of them are but they pennned me into the seat and kept buying me drinks so I didnt put up much resisitance
Also in the bar were young man about town the
irresistible Ian Lillford who took the pic
nitro Nigel Collor propping up the bar and regaling us about long days at the KCC
terror Trevor Bond in grumble mode re carnival
and posh bountiful Barry W-S who put his hand in his wallet to cast a few copels to those in penury.
We conjured up quite a carnival party mood. Its surprising what several drinks will do!
Alas young Jeanette didnt make an appearance propably knackered somewhere. We were all in the mood for large dinners so would have spent even more but no food on...sigh! We were saved by the delicious Castle Street chippie in the end where we dined al fresco sort of.
