I'm confused - I don't smell and I don't feel sticky, and there's no blue liquid or paper mound in the toilet, there's no gothic woman doing tai-chi on the hill, and a beef pie doesn't cost a fiver. Then it hits me - I'm back from Greenbelt, back in the land of the clean, of brick latrines, and of reasonably priced comestibles.
We were involved in Dream worship again this year, and I think it went down OK but I didn't hear much back - if you did, please drop us a line as it would be great to know if you were blessed by it.
Next year GB should organise a "Living Facebook" event where you can go and put real fish in other people's aquariums, throw real sheep at them, or put all their friends in a line and rummage through them looking for people you knew ages ago.
I could only be there from Sunday afternoon onwards, but many good moments ... musical highlights for me were:
- Delirious (on top form I thought)
- Duke Special (very entertaining - the drummer is a headcase!)
- Chas & Dave (bless 'em).
Unexpected comedy moment was a performance of a thoroughly pretentious piece for string ensemble and constipated soprano by a well-known contemporary composer (who was present, but whose name I won't mention as it's nothing personal!)
I always drop by the Arkadash FairTrade clothing stand, where I picked up some joyfully discounted bargains to add to the ones I bought at New Wine.
Other minor blips were losing (and finding!) my wallet, pitching my tent in the wrong place, confusing the mouse button and the spacebar on an Apple Mac, and watching one of our team showering the worshippers with shards of broken mirror. Never mind. There's always next year.
