there's nothing you can say to change my mind

I just can't stand carnivals. I just don't get them. Any of them. I can almost understand why people want to dress up and get in line to shake their booties or boobies - there's an exhibitionist struggling to get out of some people - but why does anyone want to watch them? I once went to watch the town carnival when I was a kid, the equally lame English kind of carnival, all silly floats (which are just dressed up tractors and trailors and lorries) and people in bad costumes waving as though they were royalty. I had heard from my school friends who always got to go to see the carnival that it was almost the highlight of the year, wonderful fun, amazing to see... I was soon to be horribly disillusioned. Brash-coloured-polyester-clad people who I don't know trying to get me to join in the "fun" just makes me feel a bit ill.

Blimey. That makes me sound like a right frosty old bag, dunnit? I'm really the smiliest person in the whole world. But I still hate bloody carnivals. Really.

What are you giving up for lent?

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