Summary
After a few years of bringing ringers" in to beat the local menfolk in the tug o' war, and after queuing for an hour to claim George Pardew's wife's agapanthus from the plant stall, it was surprising that we were allowed to buy a house in the village. But ten long years later, once they had seen "that designer guy" on BBC Question Time and approved of my posh-ish sounding surname, I was invited to judge the fancy dress.
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Fun Fair
the word "village" conjures up a whole host of images to me, many revolving around hats: the village idiot (a Benny from Crossroads type of character in a knitted tea-cosy hat); the Village People (a group of camp muscle boys in daft hats); village cricket teams (an ...
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