Wishing every day was like Sundae

The proliferation of festivals has meant, unfortunately, that some have bitten the dust over the years, and I was particularly saddened when Leicester’s Summer Sundae succumbed to financial pressures. It was a 6,000-capacity boutique festival held in the gardens of De Montfort Hall pretty much in the centre of the city. And, for a coupleContinue reading “Wishing every day was like Sundae”

Right there, Right then

I have had a good run at Creamfields, missing only two since it moved from Liverpool to leafy Daresbury. Even its return to being purely dance as opposed to a combination of bands and dance, and one year straying into indie and dance – Kasabian headlining! – hasn’t dampened my enthusiasm. In truth I seeContinue reading “Right there, Right then”

Clapham? I cheered as well…

An email conversation the other day got me looking for a picture I remembered I had of my radical youth. It was of me in a rowing team for a charity competition proudly wearing a Nicaraguan Solidarity Campaign t-shirt. I also used to wear it to play cricket. And then the e-conversation turned to other activismContinue reading “Clapham? I cheered as well…”