The end of the world as we know it.

So depart for my final festival of the year tonight for yet another weekend of selling oxygen and herbal highs to I could drop with exhaustion. Then on Monday morning I must commute in to work from the Isle of White, although precious Ferry time may allow me to get keen after a weekend of wallowing in the mud. All in all I have spent 14 days doing festivals this summer which is 2 weeks – roughly the amount of time needed to go to Burningman (which I have just missed)

Now I am thinking that the £800 quid that we have retained (as we have spent a fair wad of our festy cash already) is compensation for having missed the event of our lives. I mean if you’re going to be exhaust yourself at festivals then there may as well be a monetary motivation. NO! Compensation can get fucked, I feel like a lost soul but then what can you do. 2007 Has been a hard year in a lot of ways but I’ve loved it all the same, the added pressures of living on a boat have been both a burden and a blessing yet hopefully, after the watershed of the 2007 burn the balance will hopefully shift.

The first step to doing this will hopefully be a months time when we have finished painting our boat and sent dear Dougal on his way (although, this will admittedly be a sad occasion as well as he is going) but the foundations will be there all the same and I look forward to that with great hope and joy in my heart.

In any case I shouldn’t moan, what I should mention is that we did attend a lovely wedding this weekend and I personally wish Lucy and Kev all the love in the world for a life-long and happy marriage. Indeed, yes, the countdown does well and truly begin here.

xxx