ENTERTAINING
Fairy Godmother, Fanny G, splits her time between market trading and magic. But this Christmas, she has one mission – to get Cinderella to the New Year’s party at Watford Palace.
SSlugging a hefty load of carrots up onto my stall, I’m ready for a busy day of market trading.
Serving the good folk of Watford, I’ve been in the fruit and veg game for a very long time.
But don’t tell anyone, I’m actually a magic Fairy Godmother…
I can hear your scoff – how can a market trader possibly be a Fairy Godmother as well?
But listen, I’ve got my rent to pay and the carrots and cabbages won’t sell themselves. Life isn’t as glam as you might think for a fairy.
Fairy life isn’t as glam as you think
And when this fairy isn’t flogging her wears, you’ll find me at Watford’s finest Discotheque. Because by night, I’m a dazzling disc jockey!
I play all the greatest hits of the ‘90s – from Radiohead to classic Atomic Kitten!
Although I must say my personal favourites are a bit of old soul and reggae. And when I’m off the clock, I like to put my feet up in front of the telly, with a cup of tea and a slice of delicious carrot cake – homemade from the stall of course.
Or I’ll be off for a gossip with my fairy friends – Fairy Liquid and Fairy Nuff.
But don’t worry, I’m always on hand for a little bit of magic – ooh yes, I love a bit of magic!
And I can conjure up whatever you want! Just wait and see what I have in store later this month for Cinderella – I have a strong feeling she’ll definitely be catching a certain someone’s eye.
But I must be truthful with you,dear readers, sometimes my magic doesn’t always go to plan.
You know that massive ring road that goes around Watford? That was supposed to be a wedding ring!
And I’m still yet to work my magic on Watford Football Club.
But back to the good stuff – do you want to hear how I’ll be spending the festive season?
Well, I’ll be helping my Cinderella get to the New Year’s Eve bash at the palace.
She’s such a lovely girl – I can’t not help!
She’s had a hard life, bless her. That stepmother is such a horrid waste of space – she really is the embodiment of evil.
And her two daughters – Britney and Christina – talk about ASBOS, they’re AS-beens.
If I had my way, I’d make them sweep up Watford High Street on community service. Fishing out of bins is the least they deserve.
And I know that mother of theirs is trying to push them into higher social ranks. But not on my watch I tell you. Cinderella deserves the world and I’m going to go and get that for her.
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