Yesterday I went to a food and drink festival. Yes, I know it sounds
like a hipster bullshit event, but it... well it kind of was.
It was a hipster event only in the way that it all appeared to be run by hipsters. There were definitely some suspect moustaches behind a few of the stalls. The
words 'artisan', 'bespoke' and 'craft' were all over the place too, mostly
as a vehicle to charge more for everything.
Half bottles of gin for £13?
Chorizo, £10 each? Yes, each.
Half a dozen small pieces of fudge for £2?
4 macarons for £5?
It was all good stuff, don't get me wrong, but these people should
have just bought a printing press and some cotton paper if they'd wanted to make so much
money.
It also took place in Beverley Minister. Does God (pretend bearded
man in the sky) have no problem with people selling alcohol in a
house of worship? Does the fairytale book not have something about
that in it?
Too many people were there and they were crowding the stalls and
making it difficult to get at the free samples. It's nice to feel like Gulliver whilst dipping a tiny cube of bread in some garlic mayo.
Someone wandering around playing the violin made things seem a bit
medieval or something. I'm not sure what they were trying to achieve
with that.
Oh and to make things worse, outside a place where people go to
worship a made-up character was another made-up character. Possible paedophile, Santa, was outside with a
sleigh on wheels, blasting out Chris Rea's wintery favourite road
trip song and giving sweets to kids. All very sinister.
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