I had quite an amusing walk through town today.
Leamington Spa, bless it, is in the centre of England and is a bit of a sleepy well meaning place. It's very middle class and prides itself on it's parks and affluent populace. Bit suffocating sometimes if I'm honest. Normally, on a Monday, the town is buzzing with shoppers and folk who've come to spend their hard-earned pennies in a polite and civilized way.
Not yesterday! The town was host to the first Gypsy wedding I've ever seen. You wouldn't believe the number of orange women there were around. Fake tans put on with a paintbrush! And clothes...so many bare midriffs, fake furs, and either ugg boots or stiletto's. One young lady was standing on the pavement outside the pub (where everyone seemed to be heading) and was in a blue vulgar-lur track suit with her head full of curlers. Fancy going to a wedding in curlers.....I suppose she could have been the bride.