Random nostalgia
Nov. 2nd, 2005 08:35 amThis summer, I stewarded a festival for Oxfam called 'WOMAD'. It stands for world of music and dance, and it's a marvellous eclectic showcase of talent from around the world, packed to the gills with any number of strangely disparate people - it's not all hippies, although they're fairly represented.
What my stewarding involved was standing on top of a rickety scaffolding, looking out for fires and lost people and the like. Not a Lot Happened. It was definitely pleasant to be standing by the Rivermead Stage, since it meant that it was reasonably quiet (no flag climbing trouble makers where we were, say thankya) and there was some decent music to listen to when we worked during the day.
The weather wasn't exactly peachy - I spent much of my time mildly covered in mud and clad in a terribly bright yellow poncho, climbing carefully up the side of the scaffolding with exceedingly cold hands, which isn't the most reassuring position to be in. It was bloody cold at night, too, and there was little in the way of entertainment once the stage shut up for the night.
What saved it was the chai tent next to where we were stationed - it played loud music for a long time after official closing, and a lot of time up the fire tower was spent bopping back and forth; dancing. I was high enough that no one could see my face, that I could do so unselfconsciously, which is a very rare thing. I couldn't have cared less if there were people watching, because the music was good and I was in a place that I was happy to be. Even if it did sway, a little, in the wind. Some policemen watched me for a little while, and then asked Smaller if I was quite alright - perhaps dancing isn't Proper for a young woman of marriageable age. Perhaps they suspected I was on drugs.
Sometimes I still get high on life. XD
Anyway, yes. That'd be why I've uploaded Ghostwriter by Rjd2. It reminds me, and makes me dance.
The fact that it brings to mind Paul Bettany and Wimbledon is just an added bonus.
What my stewarding involved was standing on top of a rickety scaffolding, looking out for fires and lost people and the like. Not a Lot Happened. It was definitely pleasant to be standing by the Rivermead Stage, since it meant that it was reasonably quiet (no flag climbing trouble makers where we were, say thankya) and there was some decent music to listen to when we worked during the day.
The weather wasn't exactly peachy - I spent much of my time mildly covered in mud and clad in a terribly bright yellow poncho, climbing carefully up the side of the scaffolding with exceedingly cold hands, which isn't the most reassuring position to be in. It was bloody cold at night, too, and there was little in the way of entertainment once the stage shut up for the night.
What saved it was the chai tent next to where we were stationed - it played loud music for a long time after official closing, and a lot of time up the fire tower was spent bopping back and forth; dancing. I was high enough that no one could see my face, that I could do so unselfconsciously, which is a very rare thing. I couldn't have cared less if there were people watching, because the music was good and I was in a place that I was happy to be. Even if it did sway, a little, in the wind. Some policemen watched me for a little while, and then asked Smaller if I was quite alright - perhaps dancing isn't Proper for a young woman of marriageable age. Perhaps they suspected I was on drugs.
Sometimes I still get high on life. XD
Anyway, yes. That'd be why I've uploaded Ghostwriter by Rjd2. It reminds me, and makes me dance.
The fact that it brings to mind Paul Bettany and Wimbledon is just an added bonus.
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