The parties were all great. Imagine if London had decided to have and largely fund a festival and allowed the organisers to put on a show in most of the National Gallery; have a series of drinks parties with a very loud disco in the House of Commons attended by most of the Cabinet; and to take over the unused bit of Waterloo station as a concert stage set. That’s the equivalent level of commitment that Manchester makes to the Festival.
It was a pleasure to see Alan Erasmus again at a lunch party held by Tom Bloxham (property developer, Chancellor of Manchester University, and Chair of the Festival). Alan was one of the founders of Factory Records, and I think the last time I saw him was at least 20 years ago at the Hacienda. We had a lovely long chat in the searing lunchtime heat, before I was whizzed off to see Robert Wilson’s staging of Daniil Kharms’ “The Old Woman”. Of all the pieces I saw in Manchester I liked it least, which I think says more about me than the play, as Charlie Asprey who was with me liked it best of all.
|Escaping the culture, Charlie and I took a train out from Manchester to |
Alderley Edge and walked up a hill to a great pub - the Wizard - for lunch
Somehow also the tireless Alex Poots, festival director, was everywhere. How he manages to organise it all and still be at all the parties is incomprehensible. Perhaps he doesn't sleep much.