Title: Daffyd goes to Mardi Gras
Disclaimer: Apart from the Little Britain DVDs and playing cards, I own nothing.
Author's Note: Written in my head last night when I was trying to get to sleep. This works better if you do the voices in your head while reading it.
Daffyd goes to Mardi Gras
Sydney, Australia. 3rd March 2007
Daffyd and Myfanwy were walking down the street.
"I can't tell you how nice it was for you to invite me here, Myfanwy," said Daffyd.
"Well, Rhiannon's visiting her sick pa in Cardiff, and I didn't want her ticket to go to waste," said Myfanwy. "We'd been planning this trip for months."
"What's so special about it?" asked Daffyd. Myfanwy smiled.
"Well, you know how you claim to be the only gay in the village?" she said.
"I am, yes," said Daffyd. "And it's so good to be away from all those homophobes."
"Yes," said Myfanwy. "Anyway, I thought this would be a great opportunity to get out there and, well, mingle with your own kind."
"What?" said Daffyd, confused. Myfanwy then turned to him and put her hands over his eyes.
"Tonight is a special night, Daffyd," she told him. She then directed him round the corner, keeping her hands over his eyes. Daffyd heard a lot of shouting and music.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Daffyd Thomas, welcome …" Myfanwy took her hands off, "… to Mardi Gras!" Daffyd looked around, his eyes wide with horror. There were rainbow flags, floats, people in outfits more ridiculous than his …
"Good God!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, you certainly aren't the only gay in this village," said Myfanwy happily. "This is one of the biggest celebrations of homosexuality in the world. What do you think?" Daffyd opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fainted.
Daffyd slowly opened his eyes. He was dazed and confused. For a moment he couldn't remember anything. Then as the reality of the situation began to sink in, he felt someone breathing into him. He looked up, and was horrified to discover that someone was giving him mouth-to-mouth.
"Aargh!" he cried, getting up. The person who'd been resuscitating him, a young man with a moustache and police hat, walked up to him.
"Oo, you're awake," he said.
"Get away from me!" exclaimed Daffyd.
"Alright dear, don't get your knickers in a knot," said the man, who then walked away.
"Daffyd, are you okay?"" asked Myfanwy.
"Certainly not, Myfanwy!" said Daffyd. "It's just … too overwhelming … so many gays!"
"I thought you'd like it," said Myfanwy. "You're always complaining about being the only gay in village, well here's your chance to not be that person anymore."
"Yes, join the fun," said a man next to him. "It's a hoot!" Daffyd looked around at all the smiling faces, then at Myfanwy.
"I'll be at the bar," said Daffyd. "I need a large Bicardi and coke." Daffyd walked off, into the nearest building. A woman with short hair and tattoos walked up to Myfanwy.
"He'll be back," she said.
"How do you know?" asked Myfanwy. Suddenly a scream was heard from the bar Daffyd had walked into.
"That's Sydney's most popular gay bar!" said the woman, grinning.
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I know it's really short, but I didn't know what else to put. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review!