Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 18 August 2013
Rain on my parade
For a city which is rammed with tourists every year, Bath is supremely crap at organising it's Carnival.
The first I heard about it was when a friend in the pub mentioned it yesterday, and said that it had no publicity at all that we were aware of, except for a 4 inch by 5 inch little flyer pinned to the wall and hiding amongst dozens of bigger, brighter posters advertising music events, etc. The next thing I heard about it was the car-horns when this 'events organiser's' lorry blocked the road without warning, causing a major, unexpected hold-up. Luckily, no ambulances were called to the area.
We took the flyer down and looked for any information as to when the parade would take place, but couldn't find any, but it was full of entreaties for everyone to 'get involved'.
There are little villages in Somerset which hold carnivals every year which could be compared to Rio's, and people come from miles around to see them.
The Bath University students used to hold a little parade every year, and it amounted to a bunch of pissed-up blokes with sheets wrapped around them, shouting at passers-by from the backs of flatbed lorries, but - thankfully - they seemed to have stopped doing even that.
Bath has a Samba Band which appears about once a year on the streets, but I don't know where they practice, as I have never heard them. It must be miles out of town.
I made the best of the situation by leaning out of the window and observing the medical evidence at the head of the parade (with a x30 zoom) - that girl in the silver outfit below seems to have undergone an appendectomy in the last year or two. Spot it?