And it came to me in a nightclub toilet..

The title of this particular entry refers to a nugget of an idea that did indeed present itself in the toilet of Totally Wired, Margate. I had no pen or paper to hand so I went to type the muddled idea into a draft message before forgetting the order of the words. Cue me silently cursing myself for misplacing what could have been the beginnings of a masterpiece inside my alcohol addled brain; before rehashing the original idea and thinking 'Fuck it, that will do'. If said nugget does develop into anything, you'll hear it here first. Promise.

So lately I have produced next to nothing, which I find very sad. To be honest I've been preoccupied in trying to focus on the good and positive when things have gone wrong. Luckily, things appear to have resolved themselves and two of the three planned events of my summer are going ahead with some of the people I love. Excellent!

I go away to Warwick on Thursday to steward at their 30th annual festival. Whilst folk festivals and music may not be to everyone's taste (I'll be honest, it's not all to mine!) there is something about the spirit, colours and freedom that radiate from the people who are part of these events. I'm hoping to get some inspiration from all the heady mix of morris dancers, music and sleeping under the stars. Ooh yeah.