Yay! It's the Lord Mayor's Thingy!
However, being all miserable again, as it's getting close to Notification If Employed Or Not Day (likely Tuesday), I wasn't in the mood for it.
But it's world market - foreign sweeties! Fudges! Bratwürst! Kartoffel (or something)!
Oh.
Pork Pies and Pork scratchings.
But they dids have the Kartoffel thingy. Although it wasn't the milky creamy cheesy thing they used to have.
Now it's some peppery spicy oh-blimey concoction called pieczone Kartofelki. Which is probably something different. Although instead of potato, bacon and onion and the milky creamy cheesy sauce, it was potato, boiled bacon and sausages in the peppery gloop.
And what else apart from Lancashire cheese & Picallili pork pies did they have.
Whisks.
Whisks and...
Garlic plates!
Plates you rub garlic on.
I know people are gullible, but a plate you rub garlic on?
Just use some sandpaper!
No entrepreneurial enterprise, some peoples.
Oh well, best get me bestest top hat on, and get ready for fun times down Chav'll thieve guard's pens afore heading to The WhatACunt...
...assuming the DJs handing out free wristbands give me one, and it's not in the hands of that there humourless bag of misery that went crying to him mum because he's a right nob-end!
