And here we are again, at Manchester. Today we are again me, Debs, Sheeks, Sophie, Wanda, Fehmina, with Guest Pippa. We have lost Gary and gained Charlotte.
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| with Liz and percussionists |
And today, yippee, we meet Liz from Unison again, who is backing percussion for as long as she can leave the stall.
We have a dinky little stage on the grass and we can play from 2pm for as long as we like. We played our hour long set with as much enthusiasm as we could muster, we have finished off poor Varshika who has offered to play kit today for us, not her usual instrument, but she is still in the top five with all those who can actually play, and not those of us who can just keep a beat.
Wanda decided to change into her vest [on stage!]
The trouble is, and it's not confined to Manchester Carnival. It is just a competition: who can be the loudest. And a sound system plus person with microphone wins. We abandon all our subtle static tunes and belt out all the loud and fast [and old] ones.
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| 2015 film-maker looking for steelband at Carnival |
With our support Damien is trying hard to keep the authentic in Carnival. (two years ago, a film-maker came up,to us, saying Oh my dears, I have been thinking where are the steelbands, and here you are. [Yes, we were, yes we are.) 
We gathered a nice big little audience; we gave the kids tambourines and woodblocks and we had joyful moments.
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with percussionists
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Now, how to get back to Leeds. Wanda was our metaphorical flag waver. When she came across the police horses, they suggested that she moved out of the way of the van behind, "Neigh", she replied, "I am asking you!" lol and more lol. We're thinking hi viz vests.
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