They Make a Noise...

It being a Bank Holiday Monday your intrepid author took the Mrs and the
sprogs out for a pub lunch.

As we sat with our drinks, waiting for the food we decided to play some games to pass the time.

One of the games was I-spy, where someone says they see something and the letter it begins with - and everyone else has to guess what it is.

Soon it came to your faithful author's turn.

"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with S," I intoned in my most heroic voice (I had spotted some speakers in the corner of the pub).

After several guesses the sprogs hadn't guessed and begged for a clue.

In my munificence I conceded to their demands and said "they make a lot of noise."

To which the youngest sprog immediately piped up: "students!"

How we all chuckled.

Ah the joys of education within the family...

Fun of the Fair?

A fun fair can be a bit of a mixed blessing - and that's being charitable. It being the Easter Holidays, your intrepid author took the sprogs and "she who must be obeyed" to a fun fair.

What had I done to deserve this? Nevertheless, I was hoping to ratchet up some Brownie Points with the Big Cheese... and anything that'll help me see the right side of the Pearly Gates can't be that bad. Can it?

Of course such things are designed for the sprogs. Cheap and nasty food coupled with stomach churning rides. Oh joy.

There was a time when I looked forward to such things. I recall a coach trip with school chums to Alton Towers packed with fun. Lightly assaulting the employees dressed up as bears and suchlike... oh for misspent and carefree youth.

Still, the sprogs were chomping at the bit to get out during the hols - so off we went.

I'd forgotten how these places bring the multi-cult aspect of our society to the fore - forcing us all to "mix" as some of us choose not to do in our daily lives.

The sprogs (bless 'em) picked up on this too - spying out the gaggles of "immigrants" almost immediately on arrival.

All the time we were there, the very occasional boisterous chav aside, virtually all the Asian and coloured mobs were the ones causing the problems for those present like ourselves: White families.

Leaving a chain of Celtic Cross stickers across the place was my effort to at least make the day 'pay off' in a political way. Who knows who else - fed up of the chip-on-their-shoulder ethnic gangs - may spot a sticker and take heart?

So anyway, thrown into the multi-cult quagmire with no escape for a few hours we tried to enjoy ourselves as best as possible.

A ride on the Pirate Ship had one of the sprogs looking slightly grey in tone! It reminded me of a trip to an American theme park near Detroit some years back...

Whilst there we (a group of nationalists) were sat at the back of the Pirate Ship, when up popped some scarf-wearing Negroes [bloods, cripps - whatever] and told us to get off. They were clearly used to getting their own way... We told them to go away (using some Anglo Saxon adjectives and nouns) and they backed off: they were clearly not used to White people standing up to them.

Anyway, back to our family day out... isn't it funny what a few years do to you?

I learnt that when at the top of some slide with a near vertical drop, which was more than a few hundred feet high, how difficult it is to bow out gracefully when 10-year-olds are flinging themselves over the edge with little trepidation.

And so it was your esteemed author found himself putting on the bravest of faces and joining in the hullabaloo.

And so, my credibility with "the kids" renewed for another few months at least, and a refresher course in mixing socially with ethnic majorities, I can now avoid such places - hopefully for another 12 months at least!