field report

Two more days and one more night away with work, and then I return for the Supersonic festival back in Brum. It's all action with me. I read Candide on Tuesday, and am kicking myself for not reading it sooner. So funny. I should catch up on more classics; I like this business of being pleasantly surprised. I get through so many books on these weeks away that the rest of the crew have taken to asking me at the start of each job if I've brought my library with me. My luggage must be considerably heavier than anyone else's, though some people were smart enough to bring a change of shoes. I'm just tramping around in the mud getting messier by the day. Reading fancy schmancy Voltaire. Back to it.

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