harry hooftas and eric sykes

As a wise woman once said (in fact it was last night at The Oaks) if you're going to go to Mardi Gras take a beer crate with you so you can see. Hah! I thought, I've squeezed my way through a million moshpits at a million gigs in my time, how hard can it be to get to the front of a fucking street parade? Unfortunately I reckoned without all the little jap bastards in front of me, who are more or less impossible to move. Still, it was an enjoyable couple of hours: naturally the scottish float a was a highlight, cavorting around in their kilts to the sound of the proclaimers. And the Freddie Mercury tribute was cool too, dozens of false-moustached lookalikes dancing about with their vacuum cleaners. But the highlight was the NSW police float, complete with a cabaret band belting out village people hits: gotta be a lot more fun on a saturday night than riot control in Macquarie Fields, eh lads?

some poofs