Oh… where have I been… I guess I’ve been living!
LATITUDE TICKETS BOOKED!
Me, Jo, Ferg and Jules- Isaac you’ll be sadly missed!
Oh I love festivals so much…
I’m so excited as I’ve never done Glasto and Latitude in the same year and I don’t care what the fucking line up is- I’ll enjoy them whatever, so much of the pleasure is just about the wandering around and discovering, slightly fuddled, a little hungover, pint of pear cider in hand… and the not having to be responsible or care about anything much other than what to see next and what frock to wear… no cooking, driving, meetings, bossing, telling, mothering, daughtering, just cool sistering and befriending…. 0oohhhh and caring about what the children are up to… of course… for any parents of prospective charges… (They don’t read me, I’m sure- if they do we’ll probably have an empty campervan 
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Monday’s Performance Poetry was great fun and the singing wasn’t terrifying at all- we all had a great time [I think.] But in front of a crowd… now that will be a different matter. It’s inspired me to work on, tweak, re-write, several poems I’ve had simmering for a while, all inspired by music. I’m also working to finish the poem I begun in class. And of course a piece for our
ULTIMATE TROUBLE WRITING…
ahhhh sad… I’ve SO enjoyed them. And we’ll have a ball of a wake I think.
Wednesday…
Trouble writing was trouble… from start to finish! Antonia picked me up – no driving- so the consequences were already decided to a certain extent… we [I] were [was] bound to cause mayhem…
Class was cool, as usual. Great reading, great writing, and we were all ‘loosened’ by alcohol and somewhat ‘fuelled,’ so it was lively. Lots of boundaries were broken and- I thought- some really open criticism took place- stuff that bodes well for us if we want to carry on as a group- which I think we will… I hope we will…
We talked and drank and talked and drank and Jenny and I ended up at Antonia’s parents house and I did drink tea when I got there I hasten to add- [with Ant...thank God the parents were away- ] Hey… I love Milo by the way… but the damage was already done…
Antonia called me a taxi around 1am and the taxi driver and I set off, encountering thick fog almost immediately. By the time we reached the sticks it was a pea-souper… all around us… grey-green- disabling all my [even normally non-existant] direction bearing impulses…
After half an hour the driver was lost and so was I. We were vaguely in the right area but neither of us knew where the fuck we were… he was cross, irritated, that I couldn’t immediately set him in the right direction- but I couldn’t- I couldn’t see where we were, so had no chance of telling him where we wanted to be. We argued- BIG TIME- we both abused each other, and I admit, I used more colourful language than [I realise now] he felt comfortable with… or was used to… bless! [note to self... some people are sensitive to repeated use of the 'f'' word and freak at the 'c' word]
Outcome- he kicked me out… in the middle of a fog bound no-where, me- slightly more than half cut, in GOLD high heels, pissed… said he was calling the police. Well, maybe it’s a sign of my age and going through Maggie’s Britain and the 80′s, but when someone mentions calling the police, even as an aside, I scarper- as fast as I can- I still hold a deep in-built mis-trust for the police and those times… always will.
He pissed off and I saw lights… tiny pinpricks in the distance… walked [stumbled] towards them and after 10 minutes… it was probably only five normal minutes, but swaying, staggering from one side of the road to the other, falling into and extricating myself from a [very- you should have seen my trousers!] muddy ditch, it was definitely 10 long minutes, I understood where I was- only a mile from home… copable with- just!
Got home, [phew!] undressed in utility room- too muddy to enter house- and went to bed, out like a light… a fucking light in a power cut, I exaggerate not… only to be woken at 3.30am- [the vile green iPod light shone bright and told me- ] by Isaac, my son…
‘Mum… you need to get up… NOW… what have you done?’ Knackered and confused in equal measure, he left us to it, the policeman and I. The WORST THING WAS… as I came down the stairs in [unattractive towelling] dressing gown I slid the last five steps on my bum… all imaginings of composure gone!
To be fair- he was very pleasant. Said they had a duty of care and once the taxi driver had [feeling guilty] told them of my exploits they needed to check I was OK, which I suppose was reassuring… in a way… The fact that they drove around Rutland for two hours and woke both my neighbours and my children cannot be on my conscience…
So… job done… sorted, you may think… NO!!!
Antonia woke to find 9 messages from the police on her parents answer phone [I re-iterate- Thank God they were away...] and this morning- Friday- received a message on her mobile demanding payment for the above described and consequently abhorted taxi ride…
I phoned them today. Spoke to the manager/owner ‘King’… self appointed, he did admit… as we joked… Told them I was sorry I had abused their driver [even though he deserved it... sub text, not spoken... ] but he had reneged on his contract when he kicked me out without a prayer in the foggy darkness of the foggiest dark of beyond. He admitted ‘SOME’ culpability and we agreed to halve it and I would pay when I next used their company as previously I held an unblemished record…
I’ll review ELBOW tomorrow as now I need to sleep
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