Village Green: The festival in our park

You will always find a weird bloke at any given festival.

It doesn't matter what the festival is - it could be a festival of cheese in Cheddar - the weird bloke is a legal requirement.

Take the second annual Village Green up the road from us in Leigh-on-Sea. A gathering of young, upwardly pointing open-minded parents for the most part, all-terrain buggies by the dozen, and probably equally attended in numbers by their pre-school toddler clans.

And yet there he was, happily blowing his horn as the nu-age jazz funk band warbled into the sunset.

And the fact is that he had more staying power than me. As the sun dipped, even the chunkiest cardie ever made couldn't keep the chill out, and by 7.30pm I was out of that gate heading for the curry house.

As I left the weird bloke was limbering up for his next act.
Here's two more weird blokes: Badger and Wilco

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