i just got back from a week at the hay festival. last year bill clinton called it the “woodstock of the mind”. well, given the weather (rain) and the ensuing mud, this year it was more like the glastonbury of the dualit-owning classes, you know, people called poppy or beatrice or toby, or those that fry mushrooms in the morning with balsamic vinegar.
still, a good time was had by all, and it did clear up. one evening a red sky could be seen. zac and bethan came out of the tent saying, “cool, an oblivion gate has opened”. [a reference to The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion game].
here’s zoe teaching jeanette winterson how to write books:
