|There it is in the background, being pointy.|
The festival generally went well, apart one of my volunteers having a preventable accident, and the subsequent industrial relations issues that followed. Fortunately a full-scale mutiny was avoided.
Everything else went quite well. This year I accepted that I would need to repeat anything I said several times, and consequently (I hope) came across as less of an irascible bastard than I have in previous years. I happen to be one of those people whose default brain setting for "the purpose of speaking" is "convey necessary information". This is, as I've discovered over the years, not necessarily the default setting for the rest of the world. As the Killers once sang, smile like you mean it, and be happy.
I even managed to phrase the answer to the inevitable question more tactfully. Each year, I can guarantee I'll have a conversation like this:
"Is that the Pyramid Stage?"
"No, that's the Other Stage."
"How will I know when I've found the Pyramid Stage?"
This year's reply: "Well.... it's really big, and pointy."
(This year's reply, in my head: "It looks like a sodding great pyramid.")