Parade

You know that bit in Starship Troopers when they land on Planet P and realise it's a trap, then they look over the wall of the fort and see insurmountable swarms of giant insects about to attack?*

Watching Sarruga Productions' "Insectes" approach the Albert Clock from the High Street felt a little bit like that.




Despite being called "Insectes", the head of the parade had been gatecrashed by a giant spider and a man eating plant. Misclassifying the arachnid is forgivable since it was hanging out with its Arthropoda pals; confusing the Magnoliophyte is less excusable. Perhaps it was hoping to snag a tasty morsel along this movable feast.



Now. The monsters were expertly piloted by mad Spanish crusties, who had little concern about steering full pelt into the crowds or forcing swathes of onlookers to duck for cover, a clear demonstration of how health and safety concerns suppress fun and excitement. Even the Parades Commission had little reservation granting permission to this exoskeleton exhibition, especially when compared to the dangers associated with our native paraders.

*If you've not seen Starship Troopers, replace all the Zulus in "Zulu" with bloodthirsty ant aliens the size of tractors.