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Tuesday 21st June 2005

Yesterday, stumbling through my morning routine, I reluctantly grasped the heavy curtains, to let daylight into the bedroom. Within a second the curtain rail had collapsed, the heavy fabric strewn across my bed, a riot of chintz and dust, the tall windows naked. Despite a slightly whiny email to the agents, when I arrived back from work the room was in the same sorry state. Pausing only to be pleasantly infuriated at the psychotic antics of greyhound lookalike Jayne Middlemiss on Celebrity Love Island, I started trying to work out how to cover the windows for the night. Anything to stop the unwelcome early morning sun waking me. There's also a high wattage floodlight fixed to an office directly opposite the flat, which blazes away all night.

Eventually, after rooting around in my laundry basket and raiding my pinboard for drawing pins, I hammered a bed sheet and duvet cover into the window frames, feeling a bit like Al Pacino in Insomnia (or Stellan Skarsgard for those of you with a more Scandinavian take on things). This morning, a boss-eyed maintenance man blundered into my bedroom (no knock on the front door, no phone call to warn me of this potentially terrifying intrusion) and told me he had come to fix the curtains. I left him to it, and just hope he wasn't a quick-witted burglar who had broken into the flat and, seeing the state of the curtains behind me as I challenged him, come up with the ideal explanation.

But I shouldn't be getting too precious about curtains and the other trappings of a comfortable bedroom, given that tomorrow morning I'm heading west to Glastonbury to spend almost 5 days in a tent. This morning I printed off the indispensable Glastonbury Clash Finder and, after a few minutes with an orange highlighter, worked out that this will be the most clash heavy festival to date. Friday is fairly clash free - only Willy Mason and The Killers compete for my simultaneous attention. On Saturday it all gets horribly heart-wrenching, with not just double clashes, but triple and even quadruple clashes rearing their Hydra-like heads. New Order, Kasabian or The Magic Numbers? Ash, The Futureheads, The Departure or Chas'n'Dave? Sunday is just as bad - particularly as night falls. The Clashfinder informs me that Primal Scream, Bright Eyes and Tori Amos are all playing at the same time. It's a toughie, but I've done a bit of detective work, and found a solution. At the same time Tori Amos is squirming awkwardly on her piano stool, over on the little known Tadpole Stage (not covered by the Clashfinder) Louise Rhodes will be continuing her post-Lamb career. There's no contest.

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Whilst Ms Rhodes is continuing her post-Lamb career on the Tadpole Stage, will there be the cry (in a rough Sussex accent) of: "Louise, I love you!"????

1: MJ - 12:36:29 on Tuesday 21st June 2005 (permalink)

Whilst Ms Rhodes is continuing her post-Lamb career on the Tadpole Stage, will there be the cry (in a rough Sussex accent) of: "Louise, I love you!"????

2: MJ - 12:36:29 on Tuesday 21st June 2005 (permalink)

Possibly (in answer to both comments)

3: Rob - 12:41:36 on Tuesday 21st June 2005 (permalink)

Some people might say that Jane Middlemiss is less thoroughly greyhoundy than Louise Rhodes...

4: (anonymous) - 15:32:05 on Tuesday 21st June 2005 (permalink)

Some people might. Those people are called Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Helen Keller and David Blunkett. Anyway Claire, what have you got against Louise Rhodes?

5: Rob - 17:54:05 on Tuesday 21st June 2005 (permalink)

Ignore Chas 'n' Dave at your peril.

6: Dave - 07:25:13 on Wednesday 22nd June 2005 (permalink)

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