We were fascinated by the outdoor men's urinal available as you leave Vauxhall train station. At first I posed for the blog, then nature took over. I have to admit, it's a very pleasant, and let's just say it, more sophisticated method of public urination. The Brits win again.
We were fascinated that there was no emcee or project planner who fascinated the event. At the top of the hour someone whacked someone else with their pillow (you bring your own pillow) and it was on. The advert told people not to quit after a few minutes and to stretch the fight out for a full hour. That was an ambitious request, as any fighting done for that length of time, thumb war, rockem sockem robots or pillow fights, is exhausting.
I liked when someone was raised on the shoulders of a teammate. At first they were king or queen of the pillow fight, then dozens of people would focus their attention on the raised up person and beat the feathers out of them. Except for when little kids were put on shoulders. The English politely tapped the youngsters in playful battle.
The aftermath of the battle. We plucked feathers from our hair and coats hours later.
2 comments:
Were there any furries at the pillow fight?
I think there were furry wanna-be's. Notice in the top photos there were multiple people in animal print onesies. Surprised how many people have one of these....
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