Well done Russell, and well done everyone who helps make PA what it is. There is a richness to this wee corner of the internet that I'd hate to live without.
And what would Greg O’Connor et al say about Law Enforcement Against Prohibition?
That they’ve got a brilliant street address?
We took our 8 year old son, and while festival-as-parents was a very different experience (should one let one's 8 year old watch burlesque?), the way Splore is set up and run made it safe, fun and an awesome family experience.
Highlights for me were the wristband currency system, the excellent variety of food, the bars which allowed children in as long as they were with their parents, and most of all the spontaneous art and performance - we were treated to an amazing impromptu dance performance on the beach on Saturday.
Good times, long may it continue.
Stil, can’t complain about the MP I have. David Shearer, who should canter home in Mt Albert, strikes me as one of the most genuine people I’ve met in politics. He’s hardworking, humble and intelligent.
I had a quick chat with him outside Pak N'Save the other day and that's exactly how I felt too. He seemed to be feeling just a little bit awkward about having to do the handshaking/babykissing stuff, which I think says good things about a politician.
Saw you there enjoying your LCD Soundsystem, Russell. My highlight as well.
For my 2 cents worth: I came away feeling like the crowd were very happy, relaxed, and friendly this year, and on their best behaviour.
I didn't see anything on a par with what you saw Damian, but I got a sense that the Security folks this year were a bit less easy going than in previous years. I've done their job - and you can by large and authoritative without being a dick and spoiling people's fun. Surprise surprise: people are more co-operative when you use your manners.
Hero of the day: the guy from one of the food vendor caravans distributing flattened cardboard boxes as makeshift umbrellas, when he could have just gone inside and ignored everyone.
Villains of the day: Taxi drivers. It was pouring with rain, people were getting desperate, yet I saw at least a dozen drive off after being hailed, because fares weren't going to be big enough. I experienced it myself, twice, before actually leaning so far into a taxi window that the driver couldn't pull away. Poor. If they behave like that when the RWC rolls around...sheesh.
Two. One's a bit crazy, the other I only met once (is that socially irresponsible?)...
Gerry gazed heatedly into Nick's eyes. "Come on now...where's the harm in mining that virginal, untouched valley..."
"But, I'm the Minister for the Environment Gerry. I...I...shouldn't let this happen..." stammered Nick.
Okay, ew, I just made myself be a little bit sick in my mouth. Back to not thinking about political fan fic.
It's not the kick that's the problem, it's the bit where he tries to gently brush some of the sweat out of Richie's eyes for him...
I just sent Silke's song on to a German workmate.
Based on the brief summary he gave me, it is indeed very filthy if you understand German.
Hell, he even managed to produce a good Gray Bartlett record or two.
Hush! Mention not his name Simon, lest he appear!