i’m watching the soaking wet audiance at Glastonbury singing the words back at Bono, everyone knows the words, I know the words.
I’m forty eight – the band are older, I don’t know where they find the energy. I am just struck by how so, so, SO good their songs still are – and I think I am having a moment..
we are one
but we
are not the same
we get to carry each other
carry each other
It’s a beautiful day
and I’m still here
hope you all are too
I love red grapes don’t you? Nom, nom..
Lovely to munch on after dinner if you feel like pud and have none in the house and are too damned lazy to do anything more energetic than swipe the grape bowl of the counter and squash back up on the sofa again with the dog. Soooo..
How are you all out there then? Hope you are all well and goodly.
Probably due to hypothyroidism I have been wrestling with the black slug again but think I am coming out victorious. This time I had the help of a small dog in fighting the good fight. She keeps me company, makes me walk the countryside with her and generally cheers me with her sheer cuteness and mild bonkersness i.e. the Assault of the Cherry where after throwing a cherry around and batting it back and forward with paws she then proceeded to snarl and growl at it when it had the temerity to menace her as it sat on the floor in its slightly smeared, slightly bleeding squashiness.
The Hay Book Festival and the How the Light Gets In Festival of Philosophy and Music have both been and gone in the same crowded ten days. Both seem to have done extremely well and I have heard that tickets for the book fest well exceeded last year. We have a population of around 1500 here in Hay and they sold about 220,000 tickets for the book festival alone – needless to say our town was just a tad rammed. The poor buggers who were camping (and there were a lot of them) had to put up with rain and cold the first weekend and by the Tuesday when I went to do my shift at the charity shop we had sold out of all blankets and coats and people were still coming in and asking for them. It amazes me that some do not understand that summer weather in this country may be a little uncertain.
T and I had the great good fortune to see film director John Waters speak on the first Saturday night – he was very, very, very good. Interesting, funny and wise. One of the bonuses of the evening was that he was interviewed by his friend Helena Kennedy who is also a pretty damn wonderful woman, you can read about her here. I admire both of them immensely for their outspoken stance against prejudice and injustice.
My other visit to the festival grounds was to see the marvellous and incredibly prolific Alexander McCall Smith, he of the No1 Ladies Detective fame. Once again a visit and battle with the crowds worth making. Interviewed by Ann Robinson ‘Sandy” as she called him proved fully capable of taking a simple question and turning it into a circuitous and engrossing tale – great fun with an infectious laugh.
There was a wonderful energy to the town while the festivals were on but I have to say that it is lovely now everything is back to normal.
I’m off now – don’t want to rabbit on too much now i’m back in the blogging mood again, I’ll just leave you with this..
Watching The Wheels 