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Feeling the reverberations off Paul Simon waiting alone on
a bleak English platform back in 60’s, that song is like a 
ghost on random shuffle. It will be good to touch the green 
green grass of Essex though we had fun in the sun with friends 
from home & faces come to celebrate something different for 
a night – the groove is in the heart. 
Met people from http://www.palmtheatre who talked with a light in 
their eyes that made me warm to the little device they had
created, so we got one the play with. Talked to a father a 
long way from home, interviewing me up against a wall behind 
the people carriers parked up outside the festival – the only 
private space we could find. He strapped on his headphones & 
slipped something furry under my noise to find a kindred 
spirit as the city performed it’s symphony in 3D all around us 
& school boy footballs narrowly missed us, escaping from 
the yard on the other side of the wall. We smiled in parting,
acknowledging the moment in the moment we had shared & resumed
our circuitous journeys back towards home.

(K)