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.
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.
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