I'm organising an indigenous festival at the moment: art exhibitions, music, cultural displays, sport, etc. at an urban Aboriginal community. On Wednesday a bunch of carneys showed up. They spoke to the head of the council, who gave them permission to set up without telling me. I don't mind the carnival stuff per se, but with the noise of their generator and rides drowning out our acoustic guitarist under the fig tree, for example, it's just plain wrong. We've been getting this festival together for months and they just waltz in at the last minute and uglify it with Dagwood Dogs. Even worse, they plonked their hideous whizzy ride called the Cha-Cha right in the middle of everything. My site manager JSC has taken to calling them the evil carneys. So this morning we had another brainstorming session about how to sabotage the evil carney cha-cha hyperhideousness.
The jumping castle costs $6 a shot. Our best idea so far is that when kids humbug us for money to go in it, we say we'll give them the $6 if they promise to wear football boots with studs. But unfortunately the Cha-Cha is still Cha-Cha-ing.