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Mar. 31st, 2005 10:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI've been bitching far too much lately. I'm sorry. It's end of term stress, and lack of money stress, and vile little brother stress. I'll endeavour to tone it down, because it can't be interesting to read, can it?
Should have more writing to post soon enough, fingers crossed. In the meantime...
There's a picture over this computer of WOMAD. It stands for World of Music and Dance, a fantastic festival that runs for a weekend in... August, I think, in the same location as Reading Festival. It's an event that attracts the most amazing cross section of society, both in the performers and the festival-goers. You can buy mulled cider and chai at adjacent stalls, get Mexican or Japanese or Thai or Ugandan food within about twenty feet. There're very young and very old people there, and generally people are smiling. I fell asleep on the floor there, on my own, and I felt comfortable doing it. I don't get that so much outside, any more.
The picture isn't of the year I went, when the skies were grey and the mulled cider gratefully received; it's the year before when mum and dad and G went up for the day. Possibly the bottom sixth of the photo is of the people there, crowds of people with entirely too much white or red British flesh, but the rest show a deep blue sky and the myriad huge coloured flags that are absolutely everywhere. Beautiful amateur photo my mum had blown up of a beautiful day.
It's pretty. I like it.
Should have more writing to post soon enough, fingers crossed. In the meantime...
There's a picture over this computer of WOMAD. It stands for World of Music and Dance, a fantastic festival that runs for a weekend in... August, I think, in the same location as Reading Festival. It's an event that attracts the most amazing cross section of society, both in the performers and the festival-goers. You can buy mulled cider and chai at adjacent stalls, get Mexican or Japanese or Thai or Ugandan food within about twenty feet. There're very young and very old people there, and generally people are smiling. I fell asleep on the floor there, on my own, and I felt comfortable doing it. I don't get that so much outside, any more.
The picture isn't of the year I went, when the skies were grey and the mulled cider gratefully received; it's the year before when mum and dad and G went up for the day. Possibly the bottom sixth of the photo is of the people there, crowds of people with entirely too much white or red British flesh, but the rest show a deep blue sky and the myriad huge coloured flags that are absolutely everywhere. Beautiful amateur photo my mum had blown up of a beautiful day.
It's pretty. I like it.
