If You Can't Beat Them, Join Them

I braved what has (since Friday) been waiting for me outside my front door. It's been a while since I've stuck around for the Carnival and I had forgotten just how loud the music is. Not only did my chest hurt but I could hear people's heartbeats nearby me. It's not my cup of tea (I'd actually much prefer a cup of tea), but this debauched festival is here to stay. For another day at least.

Writing this now, in my double-glazed room, I can see a bottle of water in front of me bopping along to the beats of the calypso.

If you've never been (and are interested), here are some photos to whet your appetite:

Oddly reminds me of a Banksy

The lengths that people will go to...