Tomorrow I will be running away to the Woodford Folk Festival and not coming back until 2009. I expect to be pulled every which way - bands to see, workshops to do, poetry and spoken word to enjoy, circus things to watch, film festival roulette to play. And, of course, people to watch, pictures to take and surroundings to enjoy.
I am looking forward to it. I am looking forward to it a lot. You wouldn't believe me if I told you how much juggling I have been doing with the programme and calendars and bits of paper to make a schedule that I can base my improvisations on.1
Over the last few days I have been happily tapping away at the sort of end-of-year posts that are far more fascinating to write than to read (and most of them are about music). I have enjoyed writing them mightily, though, so I will make no apologies. Because I am a clever sausage (and WordPress is a cleverer one), the posts will automagically appear while I am gone.
And then I will come back, and it will be next year, and we will see what happens.
- Or maybe you would. It is hardly a closely-guarded secret that I am a huge nerd. [↩]
