I've just done my first festival proper with My Tutu Went AWOL . Wilderness. I sold a book to Tom 'The Idler' Hodgkinson, who I revere. As for the festival itself, wandering around I overheard one of the security guards say, 'The only thing posher would be a cheese and wine party...' Except when you borrow a tent sight unseen from a mate and it turns out to be a mountain tent of tininess. Luckily, I went to the festival with Grace Barry-Tait, the superb singer and host. She knows the festival build team. A buggy arrived at the Yellow Area, driven by Liselle, who toted Grace and me with our stuff to Crew Camping. Liselle peered at my tent from under her vast curls. 'It's very small. But I'm sure you'll get into it, don't worry. Let's...' Grab a rubber mallet, ignore the instructions, and get on with it. 'There. Except...we'll wait for Jack to give his opinion. He's in the shower.' Jackson James Purcell em...
I do cabaret, sing opera, write and dog sit. Sometimes all at once.