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CARNIVAL REVIEW |
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With most of us all praying for torrential rain all afternoon, the Carnival gods were obviously in a sadistic mood and turned the tap off minutes before the procession was due to start. So there we were, outside the Woodman. The usual gang was there all wondering when the queue for the toilets/bar was going to die down. To be fair, the town was pretty busy; lots of interesting people, doing interesting things to look at. People-watching actually proved to be more fun than carnival-watching.
 SUCK IT IN BOYS First up were the Bournemouth Carinval Band. Otherwise known as the excessively overweight Spidermen. The odd thing was, it appeared that they had somehow managed to gain about 50 yards on the rest of the carnival. I could only assume that they were in a hurry to get in the pub and feed those lyrca clad beer-guts. So after a long gap, where children began to get bored and parents took shifts queuing for a pint in the 30 person-long queue to the bar(!), we were all put out of our misery by the arrival of the next brass band, the esteemed Salvation Army. These guys shot past in a matter of seconds and were swiftly followed by the first of 6 (yes, 6!) majorettes troops. Following the usual traditions, the majorettes started at the front with the over-enthusiastic house-wife/head majorette, in 2nd position was a small row of slightly embarrassed looking teenage majorettes. In 3rd 4th and 5th positions were a sea of slightly tubby and slightly too thin 7-10 year olds, and at the back were the under 5’s simply waving pom poms. If it hadn’t been for a chap near me yelling something that could have landed him a 15 year sentence (IF ONLY), the whole affair would have been a complete waste of beer/money/time and petrol.  SMILE When it seemed that they had run out of small Westcountry towns to create majorette troops from, and the backend of the Wooton Fitzpayne majorette commune had pom-pommed their way back into obscurity, finally we were faced with a few carnival floats. The first of which carried the carnival princess and her attendants. As much fun as it is, watching 4 waving girls beginning to suffer from repetitive strain injury, the next float rolled up, and the next, and the next, and the next. The floats ranged from the dinosaur-themed dead-cert to a random hippy one consisting of a broken VW camper full of flowers. By far the most disturbing float had to be the rotary club’s usual contribution to the UK’s carbon footprint; a 1000 light-bulb “spect-acular” Ghost Train. Oh yes, they’d obviously taken corpse-paint very seriously, as without the silly costumes they could all have been members of a death metal band. The guy at the front, who looked like a pastel pink version of Beetle Juice, looked scarily into his dance moves. It was as if his whole life had been dedicated to his routine. You could imagine it having ruined his home-life, alienating his family for one last hour in front of the bedroom mirror.Unsurprisingly, the procession ended with the inevitable ambulance. I overheard someone saying something that really summed up the whole experience. I wanted to shake him by the hand, but couldn’t work out where he was. “It could’ve been worse…but not much.” Carnival Reporter (now looking into changing career). Editors note: If any of Bridport Carnival commitee want to get upset about this review and repeat last years debacle please do so by all means (we've never had so many readers) remember this article is one persons view and you can post your views below. What did you think of bridport Carnival, fair and torchlight procession - Let us know. Got photos? - send them to
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