Iola's Idiocy

As anticipated the festival was less scary than I feared. I can't imagine going to one as a punter (your bogs euch, nowhere to sit in chairs, so much expense, I just don't love my music enough to spend that much money to do nothing but listen to bands for 3 days) but as a worker it was OK. I spent very little, I had something to do for 6 hours a day, I had chairs to sit in and unlimited cups of tea when I wasn't watching bands at other times. I got 1 free meal a day and 2 free pints, and raised a chunk of money for GMB - go the Workers Beer People. I really enjoyed listening to the Coral and Killer as I worked - but it's not like these bands put on much of a stage show (Iron maiden now they tried hard to entertain in true '80s rock star stylie, but I really don't engage with all the "cumon join in clap yer hands and sing it back to me" stuff so I wasn't distressed to miss that) so hearing it was pretty much what I wanted. I loved the Tears: that was in a marque not an arena so I felt part of it - in an enclosed space, sound quality was good, light show and the performer near enough to see, rather than watch on a big screen, and boy what a performer. All in all a good experience, but not one I'm likely to want to do on a regular basis.

And the mood? Well it has lifted, still suffering low confidence (found a way to avoid doing the socialising with strangers thing I had planned to do yesterday evening, did lots of chores however and felt purposeful) but distinctly improving, I think more stuff for Iola and less stuff to fit in is the way to go.

Had a complete melt down on the person stuff front in and around the weekend - there's been a saga of misunderstanding going on, I've been hearing stuff on the grapevine about someone being cross with me, but I don't think it was really to do with me that much. It did mean that I experienced being speechless with rage, I had a massive relationship crisis, then realised that if you try to communicate via text it's all likely to get balls up so I gently came down off the ceiling. Once the matter was discussed it transpired that things were OK but the lesson is now learned - never talk to bloke via text.