Carnivale

Juicelog Sat 150706: My loft got invaded and ransacked by three sodomites this morning. After the feng shui clearout I then made my way to Tiverton Park with Cynthia for the massive July soiree that is known as Carnivale.

A big turnout included a lot of Alex, Tom & Bouncy Boy’s extensive circle of friends, family members as well as various local people. Meeting Tom’s fab mum brings my new mothers total up to three this year. It took me a while to clock onto Amanda being in attendance as well.

All the eating, drinking and dancing took place inside their big massive barn which had been tarted up to create the magnificent carnivale surroundings. Everyone jittered around to the sounds of the ceilidh band with dance steps called out by prison warden Joan Ferguson.

As the evening wore on tiny little groups started to form and unexpectedly I somehow ended up hanging out with Phil’s gayboy posse. Whilst checking out the local boys he tried to teach me rude words in sign language and how to smoke. Cynthia bridged the gap between our gang and the other fellow carnivalees with some, erm, traditional barnyard entertaining.

For quite some time there have been vicious rumours propagating amongst the alpaca gossip-mongers and Devonshire journalists that this was due to be the last Carnivale. I sincerely hope that there is more to come!