Well, sort of!
A chance encounter with a Pretty led to the revelation that another Pretty was engaging in harem based shimmying outside The Forum.
So, off we went to see the belly dancing eroticism of The Alan Partridge Bellydancers!
And lo, it was good. Although the Pretty looked good as Princess Djelli with a hot dusky maiden Pretty alongside, the rest of the troupe consisted of Terry Scott, Roy Castle, Peter Butterworth and Charles Hawtrey.
And after a second helping of dusky maiden oglement in my guise as the Khasi of Khalibar, it's off to CFG. Not Roald Dahl's Cunty Fucking Giant, but Chapel Feeled Gardens. Settling in by Mrs Miggin's Pie Shoppe (due to the caterwauling Bain Sidhe on vocal), 'tis time to get ripped to the tits on Monster and a selection of e-numbered cocktails.
And so we missed the actual procession.
Although we we did see a mad crackpot steampunk scientist sat atop some mechanical monstrosity, although 'twas a dragony thing, not a giant arachnid
I'm a badass cowboy, livin' in a cowboy's age
wikki wikki scratch yo yo bang bang
Me and Artemis Clyde-Frog
go save Selma Hayek from the big metal spiders
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Fresh Cowboy from the West Side
wikki wikki scratch yo yo bang bang
Me and Artemis Clyde-Frog
go save Selma Frog, Polly Prissy Pants
Go down to
well... um...
Rumpltumski
And then there's the terror, the terrible terror of The Magic Of Take Shat, preceded by a tribute to Robin Williams.
Still - Pretties in the Park, so good times!
