I think this counts as my most ecclectic weekend in some time.
I rode a 1940 BSA 500 vintage motorcycle:
I decorated a child's birthday cake (thankyou Women's Weekly birthday cookbook!):
(They say it's a 'monster', but I'm not sure how close we got to the real thing with this effort).
I went to said child's birthday picnic (hopefully he'll grow into the bike he got as a present):
And, I went to the mardi gras Fair Day, which I was a bit unsurprised to learn now features the world's most over-zealous security guards, confiscating people's alocohol at the gate and ensuring that no one had any kind of spontaneous fun. It seems that these days the only kind of fun to be had must be paid for or must easily attract corporate sponsorship.
But anway, it was a typical stinking-hot, super-humid fair-day, complete with extra-vain gay-boys, cranky dykes and a smattering of drag queens with heat-defying make-up.
It also seems now that every single cause, no matter how whacky or loony, has made fair day its home. How else can I explain the presence of the Raelians, who were being avoided in droves, despite this enticing invitation:
My fair day 'mission' this year was to register with the Dykes on Bikes to ride at the front of the parade in a couple of weeks time. Mission accomplished!
So please start sending in some costume ideas keeping in mind that leather can be very expensive and difficult to look after.