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Achtung Regret

I've been reading the book about U2 that Martin gave me as a thank-you for setting up his wireless network after last night's meeting. And I realise another big regret.

I regret sleeping that night in 1991. I vividly remember seriously considering heading down to Earl's Court where the queue for U2's Zoo TV show was already forming, the day before the tickets went on sale. Instead I tucked myself up in bed thinking I could always catch them another time.

And I regret the similar logic that led me to missing the Zooropa and Popmart tours too. How did I let this happen?

At least I caught Elevation.

Greenbelt

Ideas unbound

Last night's brainstorming session was wonderful. There must have been eighty or so people, and huge numbers of faces I didn't recognise. It's always wonderful to catch up with old friends, but even more exciting was engaging with people who've not directly contributed to the festival planning before.

So many ideas, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. And today I can hardly remember any. Thankfully they're locked away scribbled on pieces of paper that will form the flesh of this year's festival.

Right now we're half-way through an all-day meeting of the Trustees where we're working out some of the thornier issues about how Greenbelt maintains its edge. It's an exhausting but exciting day.

Angels

Days of Angels

Rather than head back to Suffolk after last night's meeting, only to come down again this morning I stayed the night in London. In Martin's study to be precise. And I woke I saw this Angel looking down on me from the bookshelf.