It all
went very well. Nobody died. No one was injured. There were no fights. Nothing
got broken and nobody got annoyingly drunk, not even me. Even the dogs behaved
themselves, and my beloved Mother-in-law was seen with a glass of champagne in
one hand nodded her head rhythmically to a raucous acoustic medley of Black
Sabbath songs. A splendid time, as Mr Kite promised, was had by all.
Today the
focus of events moves to The Small School in Hartland. By the time assorted
flower children got to Woodstock they were half a million strong; i am only
expecting a fraction of this number to the Weird Weekend tonight, but all
indications are that it will be an enjoyable and informative affair.
Om Shanti,
Jon
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