Overall - I liked it. There was definitely some cringing on my part, and some questions left unanswered about how Natalie Portman shaved her armpits in her cell; but come on - who hasn't ever wanted to do that to Stephen Fry (even though he was terrifyingly typecast and his "comedy" show was 100% Benny Hill).

Last night I went to Edwards to take some photos. This mostly made me feel queasy (unconscious 14 year olds in pools of their own vomit) and dirty (I didn't dare point a camera at some of the bands as I'd be on a charge). Still, I'd not taken any photos in the previous fortnight.

Things are generally better today. Nothing like a bit of company, some mindless fun and a slight move towards some light flirting to clear the air.

I really must have a shave and do some washing. Then perhaps think about what to do for Whitby.

I have many holidays to write up and a sense of perspective to regain.

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Tags: film, whitby