Green men and goddesses. Yesterday was a scorcher at Hastings for the Jack-in-the-Green celebrations. I missed my lift due to the alcoholic excesses of the previous day (Bob's party in deepest Kemp Town and the Rob Newman G8 Dissent gig in the smokey Sussex [f]Arts Club -- great Blair and Johnny Rotten impressions!) so missed the parade, but puffed my way up from the station to the castle past the millions of bikers for the slaying of Jack, lots of morris dancing (and a bloomin' samba band -- shouldn't be allowed!!), people with green faces, and some real ale (Smith's Dark Mild). Managed to grab a few leaves from Jack after he was destroyed... Thanks go to Erica Smith for providing the tasty wraps, and Jackie B for the lift home. Jack on the hill Jack being danced around before he was ripped to shreds...