Playing with matches.
I live in a village.
We have “customs”.
Some are new.
Some are old.
This is us burning a Wicker Man.
Visitors never seem to come back to our village*. I don’t know why.
*Lies. Complete and utter lies. We can’t get rid of the bastards.
Nice pictures. I like the way that the Wicker Man is manhandled onto the fire by the traditional peasant armed with pitchfork. The spirit of Wat Tyler lives on.
Comment by Richard — March 28, 2006 @ 10:17 am
… he is a very small wickerman to be fair
Comment by briggy — March 28, 2006 @ 11:08 am
And where exactly is Lord Summerisle? Or is it Lord Tom Summerisle….
Comment by Her — March 28, 2006 @ 4:44 pm
Giving the Ingrid Pitt lookalike a good seeing you.
Briggy = it is small. We’re practising for next year (and hoping that we get more than midgets visiting)
Comment by Tom — March 28, 2006 @ 4:51 pm
Is midget burning ethical? And what is the maximum height for a midget? One is starting to feel a little uneasy here.
Wanders off into the distance singing “Take the flame inside you, feel the spirit burn…”
Comment by Her — March 30, 2006 @ 11:06 am