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The response I got was "What Decade Are You Living In?! 1950!!"
After a good half hour pointing out that street parties are all the rage again and how communities should get together, I stated that she wasn't invited. I don't think she heard. She was still laughing.
So we ummed and ahhed about having a barbeque instead. As it was blowing a gale that day, we watched the wedding in our pajamas eating bacon and egg butties. I felt I'd let the neighbours down, but hey, they didn't invite me round either.
Now the Jubilee is looming, I was again toying with the idea of a street party. This time, I performed my market research on a different audience. His mates in the pub at a beer festival.
I won't bore you with the content, it's quite lengthy. It basically came down to...
B: "Do you like your neighbours?"
Me: "I don't really know them"
B: "Do you want to know them?"
Me: "Well, not all of them no."
B: "Well have a barbeque. We'll come round. I don't like our neighbours."
So that was that. Not is the resounding message I keep getting from those around me!
I can live without having organised a street party I think. Most of our street eat at the Indian at the top of the road, so if we really wanted to get together, that's a wholly more sensible idea as they've got tables, a roof and everything!