Fairs are disgusting gyppo-fests.
Fireworks (unless we're talking about Paris Millennium-scale affairs) are shit. I gain no pleasure at all from standing in a freezing field with a bunch of peasants going 'ooh' and 'ahh'. Bonfires are bent but at least some working class children will be blinded, I suppose.

When I was a teenager we would take magic mushrooms and go to the Winchester fireworks display and then spend the whole time panic-strickenly scanning the crowd for our parents. Fucking stupid really.

I have no weekend plans.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 10:44, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Monty, you old caricature, shurrup and have a can of Skol.

( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 10:45, Reply)

Only if it's Skol Super. I have standards, you know.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 10:46, Reply)

Shurely Stupor?

(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 1 Nov 2011, 10:47, Reply)

White lightening surely?

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Tue 1 Nov 2011, 10:46, Reply)

Make that Fosters.

(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Tue 1 Nov 2011, 10:46, Reply)