I was nervous about going to Glastonbury. I have been to loads of festivals. You know, sit in a circle, giving thanks, honouring the spirits kind of festivals. Oh yeah and one with my brother, where he spent most of the time in his underpants with a knife strapped to his head dripping in fake blood. Onlookers may have labelled him a casualty but he reckons he had a great time.
I was asked to tell stories in the Tipi Field with a group of fluffy storytellers and musicians that I have been dying to hang out with ever since I moved to Bristol six months ago.
How could I resist?

It was amazing, amazing!I Loved it.

I loved the fun of it, the scale of it, the creativity.

It was a feast. An endless banquet of vibrant morsels being served up with a smile.

I saw so much and heard so much diverse material that I felt as though every pore in my body had been turned into an eye, and ear and a mouth so that it could soak up as much as possible of the juice around me.

I returned home three days ago, hitching a lift with three journalists who wrote in their article
" we thought we'd had a great time at Glastonbury until we picked up a hitcher who happily told us about her stint as an erotic storyteller at the Jaquzzi Lounge at Shangri La.Now we feel as though we have missed out."
Venue 29th June 2008

(The erotic storytelling was just a bit fun I did for my old friend Emma Eastwood ,Glamour Queen of Hackney Marshes.)

Since I have arrived home my brain has been spinning with a carousel of ideas and inspiration.

I can't wait to fall down the Rabbbit Hole again :0)