Diwali

I've just come back from the Festival of Lights celebrations at the local stadium. Very enjoyable, colourful and noisy, and with quite a different vibe from your average Kiwi get together. Best were the Punjabi men bhangra-dancing, which provoked a spontaneous outburst of dance from the Punjabi men in the standing area in front of the stage. Such energy and lack of self-consciousness! Imagine Kiwi men spontaneously breaking into dance - no, I can't, unless they were drunk.
  Such a variety of costumes, too. Different ways of wearing the sari depending on whether the wearer is from North or South India. Very small children, all dressed up and being carried around devotedly by their fathers, another non-Kiwi thing. The usual practice here is to leave small children to be supervised entirely by their mothers, thus leaving the bloke free to go off and do blokey things, to look independent and not tied down. The Indian men seem quite happy to be seen to be in love with their children, and very nice it is too.
   And of course, nasty old cougar that I am, I enjoyed being surrounded by dark, handsome, young men. Indian men just have sex appeal in spades; they're well-groomed, well-dressed and smell nice, not one was wearing a hoodie or jeans falling down to expose an unwanted expanse of underwear or arse-crack.
   Ah, the benefits of multi-culturalism!