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So it came and went. Didn't do that much other than complain about the heat on those two, three days. Or so it feels.
Spent some time in yet more medical consultations. Won't be going into that just now. Nothing major, in any case. There were a couple of picnics and parties, zero gigs.
I did go to Infest; I still had the paid ticket and accommodation for 2020. I took it extra-easy this year, didn't go to after-parties (well, I did on the first night, with the crew after dinner at one of the many curry houses in Bradford). Did take over a thousand photos which I will take forever sorting out the good (few) from the bad (most). I needed something like that, though -four days away in a sort of holiday, with people I liked and felt more or less akin (alas, that I never feel I completely belong but, hey), more or less relaxed. Didn't even see all the bands but enough and enough that I liked to feel it justified going such a long way.
I had taken the car and the journey up had been a nightmare. A junction of the motorway had been completely closed, so sharing the detour with a couple of thousand lorries from the European Union bringing stuff that presumably according to the high powers we no longer need. At two miles an hour, for three and a half hours. That was not fun.
The return journey was nearly as long but only because I was wary of allowing myself to get over-tired so stopped a lot. Re-discovered that I really, really dislike motorway services and the fauna that populates them.
Now back with two weeks of remaining school holiday (in both schools I start teaching on the week of the 12th), not enough lessons to prevent me from falling into overdraft and trying to find ways to get new pupils. And a little paid playing would be good but would probably be asking too much.
Spent some time in yet more medical consultations. Won't be going into that just now. Nothing major, in any case. There were a couple of picnics and parties, zero gigs.
I did go to Infest; I still had the paid ticket and accommodation for 2020. I took it extra-easy this year, didn't go to after-parties (well, I did on the first night, with the crew after dinner at one of the many curry houses in Bradford). Did take over a thousand photos which I will take forever sorting out the good (few) from the bad (most). I needed something like that, though -four days away in a sort of holiday, with people I liked and felt more or less akin (alas, that I never feel I completely belong but, hey), more or less relaxed. Didn't even see all the bands but enough and enough that I liked to feel it justified going such a long way.
I had taken the car and the journey up had been a nightmare. A junction of the motorway had been completely closed, so sharing the detour with a couple of thousand lorries from the European Union bringing stuff that presumably according to the high powers we no longer need. At two miles an hour, for three and a half hours. That was not fun.
The return journey was nearly as long but only because I was wary of allowing myself to get over-tired so stopped a lot. Re-discovered that I really, really dislike motorway services and the fauna that populates them.
Now back with two weeks of remaining school holiday (in both schools I start teaching on the week of the 12th), not enough lessons to prevent me from falling into overdraft and trying to find ways to get new pupils. And a little paid playing would be good but would probably be asking too much.
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