I turned up again to do my annual stint of picking up litter at the Rhythms of the World music festival at the Priory in Hitchin, Hertfordshire. My mate John has finally settled in gay Paris and so was not present. There were the usual aging punk bands:
and the new punk bands (sorry I don't have the names of the groups as I forgot to get a programme):
There was also a rather sweet sounding girl band:
There was also the traditional mural in progress, which looks pretty impressive:
After a tiring four hour shift, during which I got soaked to the skin, despite the waterproof coat, I treated myself to the latest festival must-have, a fruit slushie in an odd platic glass:
Cheers!
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Sunday, 21 June 2015
Monday, 4 August 2014
Rhythms of the World 2014
This Saturday I went to the Rhythms of the World festival in Hitchin with my mate John:
He and his wife, Alison, are moving to France shortly, so this may be the last time we do the gig together. Jill, the organiser, was somewhat disappointed to hear that he wouldn't be able to do it in future, misguidedly attempting to dissuade him by pointing out that France was full of French people.
We did our usual four hour shift and caught an excellent sitar player, Mehboob Nadeem, half way through his set:
Truly excellent!
I also spotted the mural, done every year:
Exhausted, we had our free lunch and retired gracefully. I tell you now, if you had to pick up dog ends for four hours, you wouldn't smoke!
He and his wife, Alison, are moving to France shortly, so this may be the last time we do the gig together. Jill, the organiser, was somewhat disappointed to hear that he wouldn't be able to do it in future, misguidedly attempting to dissuade him by pointing out that France was full of French people.
We did our usual four hour shift and caught an excellent sitar player, Mehboob Nadeem, half way through his set:
Truly excellent!
I also spotted the mural, done every year:
Exhausted, we had our free lunch and retired gracefully. I tell you now, if you had to pick up dog ends for four hours, you wouldn't smoke!
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