Dom and I are heading home from Brixton. A couple of days ago I got a message from Charlotte, asking if I’d like to meet up with her today. I said yes, thinking she just meant to have a small get together. I was wrong. I’m now on my way back from my first proper festival. Old Charlie, it would seem, has done it again: it has been an incredible afternoon of music; there were at least two stages, plenty of stalls, and thousands upon thousands of people. I just wish I had known what she had had in mind as I would have brought Lyn. Oh well, there’s always next time.