Festivals

One Life - No Shame

Andrew wears a black and white, diamond pattern, skin-tight, all-in-one suit.

One morning, I got up late and all the fancy tailcoats had been claimed by the other clowns. The only things left were a few waistcoats and some over-sized tie-dye pantaloons. Tie-dye? Fat chance! My only ray of hope was a little suit at the bottom of the trunk.

"You'll never fit into that", they scoffed, with breakfast porridge running down their chins. "We've all tried."

When I wear this I feel like a villain from Batman, so I'm looking to accessorize with a utility belt and electro-gauntlets. Perhaps some crazy goggles, and a discreet anti-matter pistol. Then Gotham City will know my name, and tremble.

Mark my words: electro-gauntlets.

Holiday Burger Ruined My Life

Holiday Burger Ruined My Life

A depressing headline from the Carlisle News & Star, spotted outside the post office at Silloth.

I was at Solfest with the Ladybird Project, and took a Sunday morning stroll to Silloth. I wanted to visit the sea again, and look across to Scotland.

There wasn't much to do there. The tide was high, so I couldn't see the beach, just a concrete breakwater. There were good views of Criffel and the new Robin Rigg wind farm, as well as a Lifeboat station.

The post office was open, so I picked up the Westmoreland Gazette for a chance to play Spot the Dog again. The latest anomalous big cat news made the front page, whilst page three reported that a Mercedes had been scratched.

It was one of those mornings where I'm glad I don't live in Cumbria anymore.

Glastonbury Haiku

Festival chill-out.
A worn-out juggler drinks tea
In a crazy chair.

For Orde, outside the Ladybird at Glastonbury Festival 2009.

Slip Hazard

an impromptu cordon around a banana skin in a muddy field

Step away form the banana, sir.

This was in the Green Futures field at Glastonbury Festival 2009.

Plain Clothes Operatives

Graffiti reads: plain clothes drug dealers in operation

The perimeter fence at Glastonbury Festival, at an out-of-bounds-area behind Shangri-La.

There's some speculation that it was by Banksy, but I couldn't care less.