Cowboys and Stuff

20160604_200909Cowboys and Stuff

The dumber Dumbo bit of the partnership wishes to absolve the lovely Emmy from any involvement in the following.

He saw there was something happening in the big car park at the Henri Gros Gymnase or Sports Centre.

something happening

something happening

There were horses, so he went for a closer look.
He likes horses.

horses

horses

Then he heard music from the smaller car park behind the Salle des Fêtes.
So he went for a closer look.
He likes music.

music and

music and

There was a stage.
On the stage there was a band.
He likes bands.

a band

a band

There was a dance floor.
On the dance floor, perhaps unsurprisingly, people were dancing.
He doesn’t dance.

people dancing

people dancing

Perhaps slightly more surprisingly, everyone was wearing cowboy hats.
There were stalls selling lots of stuff.
Mainly cowboy hats.

cowboy hats

cowboy hats

He was confused.

Now this is where the absolution of Emmy is important.
Your intrepid but insipid reporter had, and has, no idea whatsoever about what was happening.
He understands that he should have investigated.
Or asked someone.
But, for reasons he cannot explain on this blog, he didn’t.

cows without the boys

cows without the boys

But, he tells you, it all looked like great fun.
He likes fun.

it's been a good year for the roses

it’s been a good year for the roses

Emmy tells him to find out what it is, or no peanuts for tea.
He likes peanuts.

what it's all about

what it’s all about

This is what it is all about.
He cannot translate it.

And he does not even mention next week’s big event:
https://cavalairesurmer.wordpress.com/2016/05/14/forewarned-is-forearmed/

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