Parlez vous Franglais?
So the festival season is well and truly upon me and I'm off to foreign climes again, 'cos the only thing better than a music festival is a music festival abroad, and the only thing better than a music festival abroad is LOTS of music festivals abroad. And I'm doing LOTS of music festivals abroad this year. I'm off to one right now, in fact. Huzzah! I have my guitar, I have my passport, I have my pda, and portable keyboard, and a million types of charger, and a spare memory stick. I may get round to packing clothes and stuff. It might even happen shortly.
I still have an evil deadline from Hell, but we'll gloss over that.
My day has been made by this entertaining online translation of the festival programme:
" Castle Park
Scene dedicated to the main concerts.
To improve the conditions of listening, this space will host only concerts. The parquet dance installed in 2007 will leave his seat at a bench with more seats. A concert will take place in the afternoon before an evening which will begin at 21h.
Concerts paying bench outdoors scene covered. "
I an filled with joy at the courteous behaviour of the parquet dance, at least I can only assume that replenishing benches with seats is courteous behaviour, and I am enchanted by the exactitude of the time of evening.
I'm less pleased with the (presumably) targeted advertising from LJ: "Fat? You have parasites" reads the tagline. If I wasn't in such a thoroughly good mood, that would make me cry, so it would.
I still have an evil deadline from Hell, but we'll gloss over that.
My day has been made by this entertaining online translation of the festival programme:
" Castle Park
Scene dedicated to the main concerts.
To improve the conditions of listening, this space will host only concerts. The parquet dance installed in 2007 will leave his seat at a bench with more seats. A concert will take place in the afternoon before an evening which will begin at 21h.
Concerts paying bench outdoors scene covered. "
I an filled with joy at the courteous behaviour of the parquet dance, at least I can only assume that replenishing benches with seats is courteous behaviour, and I am enchanted by the exactitude of the time of evening.
I'm less pleased with the (presumably) targeted advertising from LJ: "Fat? You have parasites" reads the tagline. If I wasn't in such a thoroughly good mood, that would make me cry, so it would.