And the winner of the 2014 One Small World Awards category of Europe’s Most Fun Festival To Compete In is….
Posts Tagged ‘UK’
Mother Teresa is here, beer in hand. A Smurf ducks past a Fat Ballerina and onwards past a guy battling to tape jelly cubes to his arms. Around them, the crowd is directing furtive glances down into the brown, soupy water below and chattering in nervous excitement.
As the European Summer winds down – and so too does the European Bazaar project – One Small World has their eyes set on Gold as we return to the mecca of strange festivals for the ‘mad Olympics’, the World Alternative Games!
One of the pleasures of being a travel writer is not only getting to see the world as it is, but in the glimpses we get of how the world could be.
On September 18th 2014, Scotland will be making a monumental decision on whether to leave the United Kingdom and become its own sovereign nation.
‘And I’m disqualifying that team for an Americanish display of mutual congratulation – the High Five. Sirs, you should know better.’ – Judge, MC, and executioner.
The Chap Olympiad is a strange place to discover a revolution. It is also likely the only festival that you’ll hear the exclamation, ‘Syphilis? Marvelous!’ from a man wearing a dead bat as a broach.
‘Problem is that all the best stones you’ve had, you’ve thrown away…” – Ron, back-to-back ‘Old Tosser’
I’ve always had a soft spot for Wales. The very same rain that sheeted through the streets and turned to mud underfoot while I was at the HowTheLightGetsIn festival, was the very same that made my onward trip deeper into the heart of Wales the most enjoyable drive of the trip so far.
Many British festivals are synonymous with the need to pack your best gumboots/wellies; Glastonbury veterans love to proudly compare the depth of mud they have slogged through for love of music.
What I didn’t expect was for my first mudslide festival to be at the world’s largest philosophy and music event.
One of the great pleasures of exploring the UK is found down the narrow, winding, hedgerow-lined lanes that run like capillaries through the lush, pastoral landscape. Travel down the UK’s ubiquitous B-roads for long enough and you’ll undoubtedly be given cause for a double-take, wondering whether that sign post did in fact point the way to ‘Brown Willy’ or whether you’d misread it.