Festival!

The Milford Harvest festival is upon us! Thanks to two bored city watchmen I was not partying yesterday though, but was chasing all over town trying to get my hands on a 'white permit' thingie they told me I needed to get out of the South gate. Which you don't. There is no such thing as a white permit. Watchman humour at its best. Never listen to giggling watchmen I tell you - especially not when you wear a large belled hat on your head.

Finally got hold of Jelrin anyway, and in normal fashion we utterly failed to plan anything even remotely coherent for a joint performance. So improvisation it is, which is what we're best at, anyway (Jelrin's pretty good at drinking too, I give him that). Oh - and today there is a 'bachelour's auction', which means that a bunch of (hopefully) good looking single men will stand on a stage while women throw money at them. I think it's a hilariously funny idea!