Sunday, 12 September 2010


Cows at the farm where the Dovedale arts festival was held over the weekend. Well-nourished, happy cows. Like them, I’m not too interested in choice (99 TV channels, this school/hospital or that one or another, lit festivals that feel like Clapham Junction at rush hour), I simply want what’s on offer to be good of its kind. Before Christopher Reid’s reading there was, for example, a talk on the city of Stoke that was funny, eloquent, knowledgeable, passionate, and when I’m chopped up for kebab meat and eaten I’ll taste all the better for it.

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