Let There Be Light

Saturday 29th November - night of the monumental fuss that is the Lossie Lights. Seriously, how many festivities do you need in order to flick a light switch on?
Still, won't grumble too much; it was a really good duty thanks to the carnival vibe that buzzed through Lossie's main streets with as much pizazz as the electricity powering the sparkling array of Christmas decorations that hung from nearly every lamppost. Of course, the main perk was the brilliant take-away burger and chips we got from the nearby La Caverna; a fantastic restaurant, might I add, with the decency to scoop on a side portion of salad and coleslaw to complete the ensemble. Oh, and with complementary hot chocs too, including whipped cream, marshmallows, and a fine dusting of chocolate powder on top. Yummy =]
After our steaming hot supper (I'm drooling now just thinking about it) Helena, Judith, Caitlind and myself ambled along the street, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the entertainment. We stood and applauded the traditional Christmas brass band, and almost got pulled up on stage for our dancing talents whilst having a boogie to the dance and pop beats that pumped out from the speakers of the hyped up rides. There were Waltzers and everything. The only problem was that they charged £3 per person just to go on a bloody ride. Come on, as First Aiders surely we were entitled to a discount of sorts?!
No?
Ok then.
The night heated up even more when the crowds spotted the MacDonald Brothers waving from the roof of an open-top tour bus. Woo, the MacDonald Bros.
Please note the attempted sarcasm of my writing.
(For anyone reading this who is a fan of the MacD Bros, I am sorry; they're nice lads, but I think they've had their time in the limelight. Now, if they had paid David Tennant to switch on the crimbo deckies...)
But hey, their tunes were good, and the crowd lapped it up, eagerly baying for more.
Meanwhile us first aiders mingled in the vehicles - not only did we have Red Echo 2, but we were accompanied by the "brand new" Peugeot too. I use the term "brand new" loosely - it was slightly dilapidated inside; possible hand-down?
We even had a casualty (well, Charles and John had a casualty) a youngish lad with a suspected fractured arm. Although cynically thinking, he seemed to be putting it on a lot. I think he was just wanting to try the patience of a few first aiders for the crack. Still, I won't be judgemental. After a decent fight - lasting the best part of half an hour with additional visits from several idiotically grinning friends - he finally gave in to bending his arm (initially he couldn't do this, or even come close to it) and went away with a sling, with which he was rather pleased. He also refused to go to hospital to have it checked, cos he'd be fine, fracture or no fracture.

You just wonder sometimes.