Everyone has gone on the ride. I thought I’d take the opportunity to write something. Supergrass is playing the end of their headline set. Much of the music has been a throwback this year, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. We weren’t feeling Supergrass though.
Today was a long long sunny day and I kinda called it a day of work even though I’m not officially on a walkabout this year. I spent the morning reading tarot for people and wafting a Frankincense censer around. Had some lovely interactions with strangers through those remarkable cards, and also saw some old friends. John Limb, bless his face, coming out at me when we were at the cricket.
I used to do the commentary at the horse racing here. The cricket is still going. It’s an attempt at making cricket more fun, largely by allowing people to streak. I think I’d have been fine if I hadn’t met lovely John, who crossed my palms with a mushroom. Sometimes they hit you hard. “It’s Hawaiian,” he told me. He didn’t say “It’s gonna blow your face off.”
I spent most of the afternoon lying on my back near the lake reading the messages in the trees and contemplating life the universe and everything. I think I’ve got it sorted now guys, if I only I could remember it…
It took me a long long time to come back, like weeks, 5 hours, forever? Eventually I walked back into my own skin and now they are all spinning in the air to the sound of Supergrass while I write to you here, oh constant reader.
Ride is coming to an end. Time to plug back into these glorious people in this happy place. Last night here until next time…
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It’s very late, I thought I’d be asleep by now but there was good dancing that needed to be done and I had my glosticks and my Frankincense thurible. It’s amazing how comforting fucked people seem to find the smell of Frankincense. “It reminds me of childhood,” said many, which puts into perspective how much more secular we are becoming, generation to generation.
AlBarclay 