Well It's the time of year when the NorthWest 200 has been shat upon the doorsteps of pretty much everyone in Portrush. As much as i fucking love motorbikes I feel the highlight this year is the giant rash of continental stalls in the park just up from my house. There, one may buy some high-end gypsy shit like £50 hand knit jumpers and hand-made jewellery for girls and faggot boys. Personally the highlight for me was an old black dude who was making jewellery from knives, forks and spoons (he had stolen from KFC). I truthfully told him that his stall was one of the best things I had seen that day, as I had never seen a spoon I could wear before. He laughed and said something and I went home.
-Al
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