Kiss Me, Im Swiss....

A small rant to kick things off....

Coming thro Dublin Airport yesterday, I declared I was carrying Weapons of Mass Consumption- beetroot relish, onion marmalade, Manuka honey and Irish Kerrygold butter.
The jobsworth matched me, smile for smile, and promptly showed me the bin where they would never fulfill their culinary destiny. He even binned the Batchelors Beans.
For some strange reason, the handmade, gelignite-lookalike farmhouse butter was ignored, and made its merry way to Twisterland.

Go.Fuckin. Figure.

Anyhowyagettinonboss, any oul batteries?.....I conspired not to down the plane with illicit dairy products, breezed into Zurich without drawing undue attention to myself (altho the corduroy cap did attract a few disdainful stares...), and on to Flawil, where I am currently blipping from.

So- today, the B and B Show went shopping and drinking, exactly fifty percent of my favourite things to do on a Saturday afternoon, anywhere. In the Ochsen, naturally, where salacious rumours have been rife for the last month or so, but put to bed today by a VPDA (a Very Public Display of Affection)

Who did what to whom, Im not telling.....

Back to the blip...

This is Nicole and Roger, The Princess and The Frog, Sabines neighbours.
Its just about the end of Fasnacht, and fancy dress parties are the all the rage - (there are two costume shops here, in a joint with a population of less than 10,000....)

Drag, here, it seems, is Queen....

A part of me would love to be in Appelzel with them, and the camera.....