The Leamington Food Festival 2012
This weekend will be the anniversary of the Wocky, a whole year after his very first ever event. We will be bringing toasties and tables, and will be able to actually enjoy playing to our home crowd, rather than being terrified that we might get too busy, or that no one would by anything, or that whatever they were buying would explode. The whole weekend sticks in my mind far more clearly than many of the festivals that have come since. I can still remember our first ever customer quite vividly. He bought the carrot and chickpea bhajis and was not aware of the great historical significance of his purchase until we told him about it. It was the strangest feeling, actually finally selling something we had spent such a long time preparing. Not just the 4 days of...
Getting To Know You
Well it’s been a while, I think we should get to know one another a little better if you’re comfortable with that. As I’m not entirely sure how many of you there are, or if you would get along with each other, it’s probably best if we meet in private, and it’s so much more romantic. I would like to propose an intimate little question and answer round, rather like speed dating without the wine. Or the other people nearby. Or the timed conversation. Or the awkward silences. It’s probably more like a questionnaire. In fact I think we’re pretty safe in calling it that. I had an epiphany a few days ago a little like the one with the carrot, when I suddenly realised that the internet is actually a big place, full of people, and...
The Trouble With Toasties
Thank you once again for joining us, and welcome to the Soliloquy 2012. I have already shared with you that last year was not bad, but will confide that I hope this year will be even better. We will hopefully be able to build a little notoriety locally as a food van to be reckoned with, we will perhaps strike it lucky and get a few referrals for Barny to cook in other people’s kitchens and maybe we will even secure an event. In the meantime we have been trying perfect the street food, which is still struggling to compete with the mighty hog roast. That cunning swine, you see, has the festival market in all but the most vegetarian of scenes thoroughly catered for. Not even the beef burger stands a chance against the might of the spit-roast pig. My theory for...
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