DAVE'S PAGE
or the musings of a parade marshal
Today we are going to tell you
about Carnival Parades and the many things that happen, some serious, some
amusing and some downright crazy.
Picture the scene in Armentieres on
the day prior to the big fete parade, the local police arrived in style and
cordoned of one of the srteets to prevent traffic access. In the distance could
be heard the sound of an approaching band, all drums and bugles. Nearer and
nearer came the sound, the police stood around all happy in the knowledge that
they had done their duty. The band appeared and proceeded along another street,
not the one intended.Oh dear!
Here in England there was a similar
gaffe (posh word for 'cock up') at a local carnival, I won't say which one. No
one appeared to be certain of the exact route, yes you've guessed it the
leading vehicle went straight ahead and the leading band,some distance back,
turned left.
It is recognised that on a parade route, while the parade
is in progress, traffic lights don't count,in order that the parade can proceed
without delay. On this particular day, after helping with marshaling I took up
the position of 'tail end Charlie' just in front of the Police vehicle at the
end of the parade. The band struck up, the parade moved off and all went well
for about 200 yards, then a set of traffic lights turned red. A vehicle about 3
places in front of me stopped at the lights, and seizing their opportunity 6
cars waiting in the side road turned left and joined the parade. Well the Bobby
at the back flew out of his motor and released a tirade of comments in some
obscure dialect, I think it was what my grandmother used to call 'mill talk'. A
rough translation would be 'I say old chap would you mind not being such a
silly billy', or perhaps not.