Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Merrie In-ger-lund
We were at a St George's Day-themed beer festival, the term 'beer' rather giving the lie to the fact that there was no beer available and the term 'festival' rather giving the lie to the fact that there was no beer available.
St George was there though: a nice enough gent in knight of yore costume, with ubiquitous cross motif and a dragon mascot in tow.
Over he came, to entertain the kids - my nieces to be exact. Both of them shrank away from him however. St George looked rather glum.
"Sorry mate," the sister told him. "It's because the last guy dressed like you fire bombed our neighbours' house."
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Ok, but that's definitely what she should have said.
St George was there though: a nice enough gent in knight of yore costume, with ubiquitous cross motif and a dragon mascot in tow.
Over he came, to entertain the kids - my nieces to be exact. Both of them shrank away from him however. St George looked rather glum.
"Sorry mate," the sister told him. "It's because the last guy dressed like you fire bombed our neighbours' house."
***
Ok, but that's definitely what she should have said.
Labels: NEAR MISSES, TALES
