Rainbow coloured stalls and alcopops, loud music and a touch of politics. Lots of sun, and
abigailb, Owen, and Gary. We met at the clocktower, and I contemplated jumping into the toxic looking fountain, after seeing the Thomas Cook statue. Walked along a maze of people's names, which lacked the usual maze-like qualities of decisions, so was more like a pattern than a maze really. Danced at Lamplighters, and in the little back room, down the corridors, named "Sanctuary".