Ode from Dusty
Words: Dusty   
Sunday, 12 August 2007

I've been away from the Fringe for two days, hosting Dr Sketchy's
Anti-Art-School at the Belladrum Festival.  What a beautiful place.  Fresh
air.  Fresh cider.  Bumping into the Orkestra del Sol and the Luminescent
Orchestrii.

Only now my dear friend, Ms Lotta Honey, has just appeared at the Bongo cafe,
so this will have to be brief.

Inspired by Luke Wright (and I defy anyone not to be) I have put my thoughts
into poetry:

BELLADRUM

Belladrum,
Was lovely.
Bijou, even.
And I adored it,
Apart from the rain,
The mud,
And the midges.

Still, at least there were no
White, middle-class dropouts,
Playing didges.