With Christmas on the way I thought it would be a nice sensory
experience for Piggy to go to the Christmas markets in Manchester. We made our way through the Jewish Quarter
and I continued to shoot Jewish folk for my project. I sound like an anti-Semite gangster don’t I?
We didn’t take any mobile aids for Darwin apart from my
shoulders. I think with his rate of
growth together with my rate of aging, this whole shoulder riding thing isn’t
going to last long! We piled into the
herds of people and started our adventure in the Arndale Centre. If we had stayed longer I bet we could have
pleasured all 5 senses however the taste sense lost out. Piggy got his fair share of touch stimulation
when we passed people in the stampede. While
he was on my shoulders he began slapping people on top of their heads and
saying, “Head” as he slapped. I was
hoping we would bump into the old bald man from Benny Hill or Piggy would grab
a wig, but we/he didn’t. (On a slightly
related note, bald men don’t get slapped on the head a lot nowadays; I think
that’s a great loss to comedy!)
Fortunately Kerry called ‘Endex’ before we all ‘lost it’
completely.
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