Friday, August 02, 2024

Sidmouth Folk Diary: Thursday

 Items that I can cross of my Festival Bingo Card.

1: Ate a pasty. 

2: Ate an ice cream (coffee flavored.)

3: Bought items I forgot to pack. (Where oh where do my tent pegs go?)

4: Drank beer in festival branded plastic cup.

5: Joined in chorus of Streets of London

6: Heard “Bound for South Australia”, twice.

7: Saw Nelson kill the Turkish knight, and also saw The Doctor bandage Donald Trump’s ear. (*)

8: Drank beer.

9: Personally sang mildly risqué folk song to audience of strangers in pub, to polite applauses. (**)

10: Joined in chorus of New York Girls on bus back to camp site.  

Festival doesn’t officially start until tomorrow. 


(*) Mummers Play

(**) here’s to the man who drinks real ale and goes to bed quite plastered / never buys his friends a round / never buys his friends a round / never buys his friends a round / cos he’s a miserable bastard


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