Would You Go To A Pop Festival?

 

when there's no more room in hell the dead shall walk the earth

The phone rang, "Hey, gotta minute?" Yes, it was Canada and I replied, "Sure, but only a minute or two because I have to drive out to the lake and say Mass. That's if I don't melt first, the cab's maybe 120*." 

Typical DLC Campaign Tent

My Northern cohort thought about this for a moment, "That's hideous. Turn on the engine and AC, have a smoke and let it cool down, try that." I did, and Alberta continued, "Here's what's happening, the kids are going to Shambhala, it's like Burning Man but maybe worse, so I'm babysitting." 

Some of the boys

The cab cooled and I replied, "You'd have to pay me a whole lotta cash to go to a place like that." Yes, of course, and now it's over to you, the reader. 

Coronation Chicken please, and Pimms

Would you go to a pop festival and if so, how? Here at DLC (Dallas Light Cavalry) HQ we feel it'd have to involve a small fleet of flatbeds, a powerful sound system  playing uplifting Imperial music, Curzon style, and several tents, to say nothing of staff. 

But that's us. As ever, your call,

LSP

Halloween Fright Night

 

It's Halloween, All Hallows Eve, the last night that demons and wicked spirits are allowed to roam the earth before being vanquished by the Saints. So we bring you horror.

A terrifying witch

Schooled in the Dark Arts.

Yes, it was her turn, but beware...

The horror of the thwarted Crone.

Try not to have nightmares and remember, Good wins.

Your Friend,

LSP

When There's No More Room In Hell

This is San Francisco this morning, a veritable hellscape.

Make of it what you will,

LSP