Tired, hungry, mad AND stabby

I am Too Stabby to Blog. This never happens. I blame the hippies. Ok, if I were to use my patented mood explanation system I might come to the conclusion that I am hungry and have not had enough sleep. But I am too grumpy for that right now. And the competing sounds of Frank Zappa and Galactik Football are not helping. It is unfortunate, too, as I have a heap of excellent Fête entries to show you. I will do them tomorrow after an evening spent snarling at anyone who comes near me.


Here. Have a few photos instead. They are from the hippiefest. Whilst we were spared Poi antics, there was an extended sequence of shadow puppetry. Brrr.























On this last picture you can see the slightly disturbing figure of the charismatic bald hippy leader, Fabrice, whose peculiarly feminine bootcut jeans gave me a funny turn, and not in a good way. He looks like a cult leader in training. Oh! And it turns out the boiled felt woman, his partner in aesthetic crime, is called, wait for it, "Emo".

Ok, now the spawn are chasing the weepette around the house with their shadow puppets. The weepette is reacting with craven terror, entirely appropriately, whimpering and hiding under my chair. I am going to save him. At least one person in this household should be safe from the menace of street theatre and related arts.