Meanwhile, back on the balcony, the rest of the Town Council has just followed the Mayor out of the window. Could it be some form of mass suicide? That could certainly prove a vote winner in the next local elections! Or might it be something else?
I'll just check my programme of events. Bugger, it's now papier mache!
Boy, it's really chucking it down now. The rain is absolutely pinging down. I can hear it ricochet around the square. Just a minute, I've heard of acid rain but this appears to be metal rain!
Aha, it's the ritual chucking of the pennies to the town urchins. This ancient tradition of throwing coins into a crowd is known as the 'JamieCarragher'! (Obscure footie joke).
There then follows an unseemly outbreak of greed and avarice as people scramble in an undignified manner for money. This is traditionally regarded as symbolising the advent of a new tourist season!
Finally, when the Mayor and her band have run out of ammo they retire to the safety of the council offices while they unleash the official Town Vampire to disperse any unclaimed small children.
And that's it, another Feast Day over.
I do hope that all made sense. The cameras very nearly short-circuited in all the rain and I think my brain (such as it is) may have got a bit waterlogged as well. Anyway, this is how it all seemed at the time!
PS. Oh, and yes, the rugby match was cancelled. So, at least that part of the tradition went to plan!
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