Someone down at the festival site has turned up the volume for the last night. It's miles away but for some reason, the stillness of the air, the frequency of the thudding bass drum, whatever, we're being treated with the muffled thrill of a very loud band in the throes of closing out Reading Festival.
I looked it up on Google maps. There are thousands of houses in between that muddy field and here. It must be deafening by the river - I mean here it sounds like a loud car stereo about one street away, goodness knows what it's like lower in the valley.
I'm feeling a bit brighter today. In fact, I was well enough to go and see Winners and Teebs for a cup of tea and a pizza. Winners asked me what leadership is and we had a big long chat about whether or not to get hung up over what a leader is or what type of leader we think we want to be. Then we watched a film about time-travelling turkeys which began with a disclaimer stating that the events depicted were 'entirely fictional'. That made me laugh.
I'm sure I've heard one of these tunes before. Someone cooler than me would be able to identify the band. Then again, most people who are cooler are probably there already, bopping along with everyone else.
Maybe I'll ask my Dad.
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