muninnhuginn | Snappy Subjects and Weary Wavens (did we ever mention our lithp?) don't Mix

Well, the Festival folked, both in musical terms and in the number of people encountered. It also baked: not good for the ravens' feathers, tho' very fine for the activation of chemically souped up lightening agent (we may attain our past state of blonde).

The peeps? Alongside the ravens' own entourage (ooh, they'd hate us for that!), we saw plaid_dragon, the_magician, bohemiancoast, groliffe, and that's it for those with complicated formatting. Along with the rest of the fannish crew (suffering from too many recent redundancies) and several offspring, we didn't seem to do so badly at the annexing of large tracts of Europe game. Saw A, P and offspring T on Saturday night too. Various others, in passing.

The shows? We caught The Waifs twice, but gave up trying to get anywhere near the Club Tent for their appearance there on Saturday night: it seems others have--finally--cottoned on to how great they are. Enjoyed Julian Cope. Was less than whelmed by Roseanne Cash. Loved what we heard of The Songs from Bagpuss (but were rather busy with other things...). Not being a Fairport fan, we weren't too excited by their surprise guest appearance.

The miscellaneous stuff? We succumbed to a skimpy souvenir T-shirt. In bright pink.* And a tattoo. Of an aboriginal pipe player playing, due to a little customization, a sax (well, you try asking for a tattoo of a wind synth). We're very proud of it. Looby Loo not only refused to have one of her own but is not at all convinced by ours. And, when we organize getting them across town, a guitar and portable amp very generously loaned by the_magician.

And then more washing... and ironing. Life's a merry carousel with the laundry drip-drying as it whirls.

* It's catching. We have (anecdotal) evidence that mothers of pink-obsessed** girls gradually go the same way. Rose-tinted ravens? Carmine crows?

** Now that's a necessary hyphen!