There’s some sort of local festival happening this weekend which means the smell of burgers wherever you go, the collective public inability to throw rubbish in a bin, and a lot of people roaming aimlessly around the neighbourhood. There’s also a few stages with live music on – these are mostly local bands that no one has ever heard of, but live music is almost always good, always worth supporting, and great for a party atmosphere.
Overall, the festival is a good thing to have on the doorstep, and as long as there’s no trouble (there usually isn’t to be honest), then there’s something for everyone to enjoy.
I went for a run one morning this week when they were starting to set everything up. The first thing to be installed were the portaloos. Not a few cubicles in the corner of a field, no designated toilet only area, no! The streets were lined with the things.
As I ran past, it occurred to me that these cubicles were the cleanest they would ever be over the next few days. What a confidence boost for anyone on a long run with the potential for being caught short. Fortunately, I didn’t feel the need to pop in one as I jogged past, but if I had… what a time to be alive! Throughout the run I was never more than a hundred meters or so from a vacant toilet, right in my path. Two days later and I wouldn’t want to be within 20 feet of those overflowing stalls.
Overall the run went well, putting a few more miles into the legs has also boosted my confidence – more so than the recently improved availability of the public conveniences. And because I’m now more active again, I feel like I’ve really earned a beer or two – if you need me I’ll be at the front of the main stage dancing to one of the bands – I think tonight it’s Salad Bike Scuffle followed by Torch Fluster. Awesome!
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