After 48 hours of doing utterly nothing. Actual F* All! Today I managed to be out of bed by 10:15 and had bought new-term work clothes for under £30 by 11:35.
Not done much since though.
Well, I have packed my rucksack for Shambala Festival (which isn’t actually until the 27th).
Toy Story alien onesie. Check. UV face paints. Check. Jungle-print fur jacket. Check. Cosmic pattern dress. Check. Highlighted the workshops I want to do & acts I want to see in the programme, which arrived today. Check:-
Beatbox Collective. Shlomo. Jungle Brothers. Roni Size. DJ Yoda.
Power Ballad Yoga
And of course, it wouldn’t be Shambala without the Bump Rollerdisco.
I just hope it’s not a mud bath.
Meanwhile, in Liverpool today, there’s been a neo nazi march where their members were outnumbered by locals protesting about them coming to town. If you can find a copy online of their letter to the Mayor of Liverpool, I urge you to give it a read. They should’ve been arrested on sight for crimes against sentence-formation. A full stop wouldn’t have gone amiss.