So a drummer and a pirate voodoo doll walk into a bar...

Sunday, 25th March,
Fun things to do in an exam #11: Bring pets. The more unique, the better.

Hey readers,

Ah, the Folk Festival Market. A chance for people to buy random, cheap crap that they'll never use. I did get a little Jack Sparrow voodoo doll thingy, though. Cripty B has been looking for one, figured I'd get it for him. Or rub it in his face, depending on what mood I'm in. I'm still not sure how, but I got roped into volunteering to work at a stand. I was talking to the Red Dwarf's parents, who owna shop, and I kind of started to zone out of the conversation. They said something, I half-said something, next thing I know, I'm sitting in a stall, trying to sell a hand-made basket from Africa to some old people. I was like, "What the deuce?!", but they gave me jelly beans, therfore I was content. Yep, I'm an easy one to please. Also, some big news today. Webster, the drummer from my band, has moved to Queensland, leaving the rest of the band very un-rythmic. Webster, if you're reading this, good luck, and don't get too much of a tan. Seriously, melanoma. Reeeeally bad thing.

Later, readers
The Vigilante