The first funny thing that happened was we were a bit peckish and looking for our friends, I wandered over to that raight nice caff in Endcliffe Park to get a ridiculous priced drink that no propa Yorkshire person would pay for. I'm not proper Yorkshire however, so I did, and then moaned about it like a daily mail reader.
Whilst I was doing so a small person came up to me with greetings of
"Hiya!!!!!!!!" she squeaked, with eyes so big and soapy with pleasure they burst on one blink, with the tiniest droplets finally settling on the end of her eyelashes.
I looked down from my hand of change, carefully counted at every step along the long queue... (festival) ... and next you must ue the toilet..... (festival) ...and noticed the puddle on the floor. I sharply drew in my breath and stuttered incompetantly in an adult way..
(Hi, how are you?)
(Good Good, er, good?)
Bye... then she puts back in her eyes, and runs back to her folks and announces proudly
" I, just said hello to a REAL pirate"
Thinking cabin boy @ 10 seconds or whatever it is in newspeak, Yeeeeeeehaw, etc?
ADHD + Rum =