What better way to raise our spirits after the misery of Brexit and the rise of the loony right than a street party? Thank the Lord Mayor for his big day. Last year, we sizzled under a cloudless sky. This year sunshine and showers were on the menu, but this didn’t dampen our ardour or the enthusiasm of the performers. From ballerinas to buskers, breakdance to bangra, choristers to elderly brass bandeliers, the mad mix of turns – on the stages, on the streets and on the floats – proved Norwich folk are truly bonkers. Amen to that!
Despite sinking one sherry too many, we made it to the fireworks finale – just. Sadly, the next day we didn’t manage to roll out of our pit in time to cheer on the dressed-up waterfowl in the annual duck race.
For pure foot tapping joy, you can’t beat a bit of Bollywood. It brought the proverbial house down. To end this madness, I give you bangra and bangs…
. . Bloody Brilliant! What a nice place you guys live – long may it thrive.
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We landed on our feet. Let’s hope it thrives. Aviva insurance is the biggest employer in the city and agriculture is big in Norfolk, both of which may (and I say may) suffer with Brexit.
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What a fun day! And amazingly, my internet is working well enough that I was able to enjoy the video for a change.
Hang onto the celebratory mood. You may need to call on it now and again.
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We’ll try! 😀
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Lovely, lovely. What Emilie said.
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