Him: Alright Lindsay
Her: Alright Liam, you alright?
Him: I'm alright, how's Dave? He alright?
Her: Yeah alright.
Him: Alright
The other thing that happened occurred as I was walking into town to pay some cheques into the bank I was accosted by a Mormon. You can tell them a mile off, they are always well dressed youngsters carrying bibles and wearing name badges. This guy had already tried it on with the couple walking in front of me to no avail. I was listening to my MP3 player but I could see he was gearing up to get me on my knees for Jebus. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when I stopped him dead in his tracks: 'Sorry mate, I'm a Satanist.' I told him as I strode on. Actually if I hadn't been in a hurry I would have stopped and talked to him. I would have liked to ask him why I should believe in a God who would create something so useless as wasps (cue lecture length comment from Ashley about what good wasps actually do, besides just stinging people and being the shit bags of the insect world...)
Wasps = cunts
Anyway, I was in a hurry (ooh nice segue there) as I was due to pick Vin up and go to Elvington Air museum for their Battlegroup North militeria fair. Another day of dressing up was lined up for us. This time military re-enactment was the order of the day. Now, before you start, I don't really have much of a problem with military re-enactors,. Some of my best friends are re-enactors, but I wouldn't do it myself. But, you say, they only dress up like the much despised Goths. Well yes they do, but at least it has some basis in historical fact and by that token it has a sense of education to it. You feel they are not just indulging themselves but they are actually teaching you something about the past whilst learning themselves. Goths just indulge themselves dressing as vain vampires from a totally fictitious Victorian period. Anyway, I must stop thinking about Goths before the vein in my foreheads starts throbbing again. The problem I do have with re-enactors is their preference for the German Army of the Second World War. In particular the Waffen SS. Elvington was no different and the Germans out numbered the Allies by about three to one. It was like Unternehmen Seelöwe had been an outstanding success... It turned into a day of Swastika spotting, so here follows photos of the best we saw...
Note the tasteful arrangement of Nazi weapons and uniforms...
This was priced at twelve pounds, all the Allied flag were ten pounds. Make of that what you will...
Special mention must be made of one of the traders, who quite literally set his stall out politically:
'Have you got any Allied stuff?'
'Nah mate, I wouldn't be interested in any of that...'
Ashtrays of the Third Reich...
Herr und Frau Himmler search out cheap bargains...
Note the tasteful Smiley Hitler T-Shirt
And finally from Elvington, I can't even begin to tell you what is wrong with this picture:
Re-Enactors, always striving for historical accuracy...
For more pictures from Elvington see my Facebook photo album here. Saturday night saw me sitting in the balcony of the Hyde Park Picture House watching Until the Light Take Us, the new documentary about Norwegian Black Metal and the halcyonic days of church burnings and murder! It was excellent, if a little filled out with fluff. The soundtrack was great. 99% of the people reading this won't give two shits about it and that's the way it should stay, but the other 1% should try to see it wherever it's playing.
