DIARY DATE 10th of August 2006

We woke surprisingly late at 9.00 and after spending the morning writing about yesterday, and ordering my day so I knew what I had to do and when to do it. The terror of compiling the finished guest list for everyone occupied on and around the Drystone Stage, All Walkabout acts and Site Artists and sundry others who I am their point of contact. By the time, I had done that and answered an email or two I was ready for a break. Particularly as Mushroom the younger of our two cats was going mentalist in my la’al officey/studioy/roomy thingy. After pyoinging off shelves and chairs, she launched herself off the radio switching it on with her foot at the precise moment Layla by Derek & The Dominoes starts playing on Radio 2, and that just freaked me out. How can chaos be so good?

Lunch with Karen and Nicola her eldest daughter and then off into Aspatrias mean streets to collect my prescription, get shopping and liase with Adam about tonights Guard Duty onsite. Adam was having a problem with his bike so not too happy, so I left him to struggle with throttles and greasy things not having a mechanical bone in my body I know when I’m useless.

Next stop The Chemists. It’s a leveller the chemists shop is, I knew that as I stood there waiting for my anti boil prescription. Yes, I may be THE BEST STORYTELLER IN THE WORLD and feel like Robbie Williams does when I’m on Solfest mainstage with the most warm and lovely audience in the world in front of me. But all that pales to a near fiction when you’re standing there needing your boils sorting out. When I was at Art College in Farnham, I had occasion to have need of a pharmacy and I stood behind the bloke who delivered the chocolates in the Milk Tray adverts, it wasn’t a prescription he was waiting for, just service. When he got it, he just said aloud what he wanted…
…”and all because the lady loves….

Just outside the chemists, I met one of Aspatrias characters, Willy Willis or to give him his full name William Ogilvie De’Ancey Willis. But I always call him “Will” There’s probably a deep-rooted psychological reason for it, but I can’t call anyone “Willy” without wanting to giggle! There was a small wrinkled Gadgie that used to live in Windermere when I was a boy and everybody called him La’al Willy and since then I can’t help but smirk. (I later got to know La’al Willy (William Chapman) quite well and even on occasion had to shave him with a cutthroat razor!)
But Willy Willis is always good to talk to as he usually has something worth listening to. He has his own view on life and is a wealth of stories, knows the family connections of every resident in the borough, and the history of any part of town from the industrial revolution onwards.
Once we got to talking about Saints (on account of me having in my family tree; on my mothers side of the family, a Pope (later Canonised) honest!)

“Oh two of my cousins had that!” Was his response,
“Aye they were on the Titanic, and not happy about it on account of it being built by the Irish! Anyway they drowned like and were Satanized after that!”

He was interested to hear I was involved with Solfest at Tarns and that it was “summat to do wid the young Wise lad.” But he’d heard good reports “Not like that Mawbra carry on!” Wait until I tell Wilson he’s still regarded as a young lad.

Home, Bath.

At One Thirty in the afternoon I begin the final compilation of the list, this is not just a document so we knows who the bands are when they turn up and give them a pass. But it’s what kind of pass and where for, on mine it also says wear their catering needs will be attended, how much they are paid. What they do. And when I’d finally completed it at One Thirty this morning after referring to and double-checking contracts and emails and notes the 250 and odd list was finished.

The end of all my paperwork is in sight!

Tomorrow could be the day.

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