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First ingredient for a good Fiesta is the Fair.
This gives Gypsies and out-of-work English teachers the chance to earn a penny or two legally, and reduces street crime.
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| Every kind of knick-knack your heart could desire.
I like bringing little children to fairs, buying them lots of noisy trumpets and drums, then send them back to annoy their parents. If you've got the cash buy them candy floss by the bucket load: sugar makes children really irritating.
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If the kids are 'modern' and really cocky take them to the man selling hand puppets. He's guaranteed to make them cry.
He's got a bucket of out-of-circulation peseta coins; they're the right size for hurling at pesky teenagers.
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| When you've finished baby-sitting your sister's child and you've left it safely blubbering in her lap, saying what a bastard you are, you can contentedly put your feet up with the grandparents who, being older and wiser, ditched the grandkids hours ago and have already finished all the wine.
NOTE TO SELF: Must try to rid myself of the brat earlier on.
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