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June 05
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Alexandra
Mainly spent welded into wellies in a west country field. Queuing on three occasions to experience Carnesky’s Ghost Train where you are trundled through a groping aerialist, a plaited spook sinking through the floor and a zombied cabin girl carrying crushed cartons of milk among others. I have an obsession with ghost trains and have long dreamed of one with live inhabitants so this was a wonderful start but, for me, while it was suggestive of cruelty and otherness, it is not yet ambitious enough in narrative or scope. Nonetheless, it has tremendous potential for evolving theatre and inspired me more than most of the other Glastonbury performances I witnessed, as did the Midnight’s Carnival area in general. It had a dark whiff of possibility about it that the rest of the festival has trampled beneath discarded bottles of pear cider and trays of £6 stodge.
Watching: The Glastonbury Women’s Group’s performance of The Vagina Monologues; The Pretty Freakshow; many men posturing.
Reading: John Stammers – Stolen Love Behaviour; David Mitchell – Cloud Atlas
Since my last post I have seen a few bands. I am given to bitching in my general life so I'll avoid it here, but you get the gist.
The dance area at Glastonbury, however, was a major surprise. Completely revamped from last year's dance tent. My highlight was hearing a Pharcyde 'Passin' Me By' acapella over an unknown reggae rhythm... What a band. Anyone want to buy me this?
16 June 05 Posh
biscuits; the courting potential of the library...
15 June 05 Martin
Amis, chicklit and money problems...
8 June 05 Rabies
jabs and the History of Western Philosophy....