The day of the Gosport Beer Festival

The Gosport Beer Festival (Winterfest) is an event that has re-occurred for the last 21 years and Bud has attended the last 2.

With little warning he ran out of the door to meet a taxi. Jof and I bimbled about for a few hours and I sang to my Lego. Then we drove to Pirate Petes to meet Beth and the JBs and their cousins, whose soldier Dad was helping the PuddleDaddies drink beer.

The cousins are younger than us so they liked playing in the Pirate ship and the bouncy castle, but as we are older we obviously wanted to play in the kiddie section.
In the toilets, there were a few ball-pit balls in the urinals. But there were lots and lots of them in the actual toilets, and true to form, some kids had crapped on them. You can see the thought processes - I need a poo, toilet is more colourful than usual - but I need a poo. Nowhere else to go, and there is a dire need to get back out there and play on the bouncy castle. So what, I ask, of the subsequent thought processes of the staff on minimum wage? Do we think these affected balls have been lovingly removed, steam-washed and returned to the ship, removed forever by the magic binbag, or simply given a quick whizz under the taps and bunged back out there for another generation of toddlers to dribble on?

After some hard work stacking giant Lego bricks, we repaired to the JBs house and ran riot, as you do.

Bud returned and ate curry and managed to complete a Bath Fizzer Night (as is his duty) before going to bed.