One:

Radiohead on Saturday night. WOW! That's where I was headed in my Syd Barrett state of mind; me and Kate had debated whether to go, because we'd spent the afternoon in Lost Vagueness, which was the perfect place to be, being full of pretties. We both liked Radiohead, but it did have a slightly dark memory involving her once being nearly strangled to death by a Radiohead fan, however, the decision to go was swung by me remembering that they did nice things with lights, as I'd read in an article about Pink Floyd once.

We wandered up onto the hill overlooking the Pyramid Stage and 'pretties' summed it up nicely - for as far as the eye could see, there were flares alight, campfires, flags waving (four Wolves flags, I counted!), and people. Everyone so cosy and happy, thousands of them. Then Radiohead came on. Did I say I liked them? Saturday night convinced me that they were both NICE and PRETTY! (Ok, Thom Yorke looks like a hybrid human/elf, complete with pointy ears; who has had a terrible accident at some time, but he was pretty definitely) The lights and the music, the four strange things which took off during paranoid android and floated off into the sky; the fireworks; everything. They were tremendous and 'OK Computer' was the first album I put on today.

  Two:

Ian's birthday party. Cafe Avalon had baked him a birthday cake; there's me and Kate trying to pull off the kind of cover up subterfuge, which hadn't been necessary since our student shoplifting days, with the Gin Genie and Whale Fish picking it up as they went along. But it was all worth it to see his little face, as Ian, Whale Fish, Bob, Gin Genie, Chris, Andy Thatcher, Kate and I sat on a scattering of blankets, with flares lit, in the middle of a field past midnight, and he was presented with a birthday cake covered in candles. Not bad considering that he chose the cafe for us to go in, all unknowing that it was precisely the right cafe.

  Three:

The lady in a crop top, with her heavily pregnant belly swelling out below it, and the legend written on it, 'I'm a celebrity, get me out of here.'