I drove up there yesterday, singing as loudly as possible. The trees in Norfolk are all shaped like dinosaurs; marvellous.
Later, while having a solitary moment eating fish and chips on a bench in Cromer, I heard what I thought must be the Cromer Miner's Band. Strange reggae-ish drums and tootling... It was the Marching Band, and they were brilliant (see www.themarchingband.com}. They marched on to the pier, did a circuit, and then stood in a huge circle (they reproduce faster than amoeba so there are always more of them than last time) and did solos.
Diana's party was great- more like a little music festival than last year because there seemed to be a lot more people. Serafina was really good and Mon Fio played, which made my day. I danced myself insensible, helped by red wine'n'bourbon, and woke up at 8.30 a.m. lying outside on a couch, a bit like the princess and the pea in reverse; people had very kindly piled lots of curtains and things on top of me to keep me warm (although a Hungarian Artist nicked a duvet off the top- obviously thought I wouldn't notice, but I did, Hungarian Artist, I did!}. I smelt of dog this morning and I suspect one of the bedcovers may have been the dog's.
I overheard such a funny conversation as I woke up, between some people just before they fell asleep (they had been up all night}:
'I have never bought a biro in my life, but I've got a drawer full of them at home that people have left behind'
'Well, I haven't played guitar since I was 15, but I've got a drawer full of plectrums at home'
'None of my hair has ever fallen out, but I've got a drawer full of hair at home'
'People keep leaving their guitars round my house when they come round...'
'...and now you've got a Marshall stack in every corner!'
Oh well. My eyes are stinging from the wood fire smoke and I'm going to bed.