annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 107 I'm trying to rest up, but haven't managed to have an afternoon nap yet. The BBC is devoting two channels to Glastonbury highlights to compensate for us not being there and it's hooked me in. Currently watching Beyonce in her knickers, killing it. Today I stayed in bed till it was time for writing group, where we had a theme of summer/festivals, which suited me as that's what I'd been thinking about. But weird shit was what fell out of my pen when I applied it to the paper in seven minute chunks. Exercise 1. The Longest Day I can't believe I read that out to a bunch of strangers but I did and we all survived. Exercise 2 was Midsummer Night's Dream, write what you like, so I did. Midsummer night, I'm in my tent at Glasto, in the kids' field crew camp site. The festival hasn't started yet, we're here to decorate the kids' field. The others are all up in the sewing cabin, sat around the six sewing machines in a hut awash with sailmakers' offcuts, drinking warm lager, smoking endless spliffs, all talking at once. That was as far as I got - I spent too long trying to remember it precisely, which I can't, but it was something like this. The gun by the bed was so true - I could not begin to imagine living like that. Diane, I don't know if you still read or if you remember this. I'll never forget sitting on my camp bed in my tent, in a field in the dark, arguing in real time on my phone with a woman I didn't know, on the other side of the world, about life and death, beliefs and principles. I was so desperate to find a way that she could live a life like mine, but she really didn't believe it was even possible. For the third exercise we all had to give the next person an answer to the statement, "I know what you did last summer." I gave the next person "You adopted a three-legged puppy" which she wrote beautifully about, about how she was after an old dog and why, and then the joy this mad puppy brought to her. I was given " I danced at Stonehenge". I have no idea where this came from. We crept out of the car, parked a way back, me and my pal Dot. It had been her idea. There was no one there but we were fired up for trespassing so we crawled through the dark night, giggling quietly, up to the fence, lifted the barbed wire up for each other and snuck through. Stonehenge - it was overwhelming to imagine how many people had gazed upon it over the millenia, Tess of the Durbervilles for a start, though we both knew she was fictional. I went first, clambered up onto the fallen stone. Dot put the music on her phone - "I am who I am" by Shirley Bassey - and filmed me as I lip-synched and danced, silhouetted against the night sky... Night night xxx
12:13 a.m. - 27.06.20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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