Personal ArtsFest highlights -
Stan's Cafe, Of All the People in All the World - a wonderfully pure and simple concept, realized to devastating effect. Genuinely mind-expanding, it should be made compulsory viewing for all the world's politicians.
Willard Wigan - meticulously crafted sculpture on the scale of a speck of dust. The guy looking through the microscope at the first sculpture before me pretty much summed it up with his astonished exclamation of - "No way, man! Just no fucking way!"
Willard himself was on hand to talk about his work, which apparently all began with him crafting items of "ant furniture" from wood splinters.
That famous line by William Blake about seeing "a world in a grain of sand" kept coming to mind.
Kimmy Sue Ann, chav queen of poets - when she first came on I just thought she was going to be a Catherine Tate rip-off, but she really has a way with words, exhibiting a razor-sharp intellect and love of language behind her garishly grotesque make-up.
Various bands at the Flapper on Sunday - guitar-based rock music is not dead, it just smells a bit funny.
Though I've long regarded rock music as just being sooo last century darling, when experienced up close and personal in a dark and crowded basement after a few pints of lager, it can still hit the spot.
Middle-aged punks Dead Jeff in particular had an engaging retro-primitivist charm about them.
The one thing I really missed this year, however, was the Caribbean goat curry and jerk chicken wagon.
What's happened to it?