Basically just a list

Right then, here we go with the obligatory catch up. Some things that have happened in the last few weeks that I really should have written about;

Glastonbury Festival - I got to present a radio show from behind the Pyramid Stage on the Saturday afternoon. It meant I missed Rolf Harris, but that was the only real sacrifice of the weekend. Highlights included Doves, Lady GaGa, Dizzee Rascal, Spinal Tap, Status Quo, Madness, Tom Jones and Blur. Bruce Springsteen bored me to tears for an hour before I had to leave. Sorry Bruce, not my bag. The most bizarre point of the weekend (and believe you me, there were several) was finding out Michael Jackson may or may not be dead while sitting in the middle of a thunder storm. Watching forked lightning slash through the evening sky from a muddy field in Somerset, whilst texting everyone you know to try and get confirmation that the King of Pop has popped his clogs, is just not something that happens every day. Great photos of the festival can be found here: http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2009/06/glastonbury_2009.html

Weston Beach Sand Sculpture Festival - Another work assignment earlier in the week. They're basically amazing pieces of art made out of sand. I was completely blown away by them. And I fell a little bit in love with the sculptor I had to interview. Photos here: http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/somerset/hi/things_to_do/newsid_8128000/8128776.stm

St.Pauls Carnival - an annual Afro Caribbean festival in Bristol. I've lived here for ten years and I've never managed to go before. Work (again) made it possible, and all I can say is, I've been missing out all this time. Not because of the amazing costumes. Nor the brilliant steel bands. Nor the fact that the whole of Bristol and their families descend on an area of the city that they would never normally go to because it has a 'reputation', and have a great time. No. Why have I been missing out? Two words. Jerk. Chicken. Caribbean food stalls, everywhere you turned. Halved oil drums on street corners, coughing out thick white smoke, and the most delicious, spicy aroma imaginable. There was no escape. I simply had to eat. And eat. And eat. Oh, and drink several cans of Red Stripe. Wonderful. No photos yet, sorry.

Bristol Museum v Banksy exhibition - unless you've been living in a cave, you'll have heard about this. Banksy tends to divide people, but I happen to quite like what he does. He's had a lot of stick about selling out by doing these sorts of exhibitions. This was put to him in an interview a couple of years ago, and his answer was great. 'In a way, I'm sort of a traditionalist, in that I like to eat...'. Fair point. Bristol has been buzzing about this exhibition since it opened, and this weekend they had their 100,000th visitor. So, he's obviously doing something right. I do have photos for this one, here look: http://news.bbc.co.uk/local/bristol/hi/people_and_places/arts_and_culture/newsid_8096000/8096891.stm

I think that's it. Oh, I am moving house soon. So, stand by for posts that just complain about heavy lifting and its effect on my back. You have been warned.