"What's wrong with him?"

Hello. I'm writing this in the week before I attend the Huddersfield Contemporary Music Festival. If you're not familiar with it, it's an internationally renowned music festival featuring 'serious' music - none of this pop nonsense, mind you. There's more information here.

Anyway, I've lived in dear old Huddersfield for ten years now and never yet managed to attend a single event. This is almost inexplicable given my love for weird music of varying hues (exhibit a, exhibit b, exhibit c), so this year I decided to pull my finger out. Discovering that they sell a 'Festival Saver' discount ticket which allows you to attend every event, I trotted off to the box office of the Lawrence Batley Theatre to part with my hard earned cash, expecting a snazzy armband or some such. I was rather surprised when the lass behind the desk printed off a 3-yard long strip o'tickets: one for every event. These have now been sitting on my mantelpiece for the last 2 months, brooding in an inch-thick stack. As a result, I feel duty bound to attend every single thing that is offered. The news that prompted a friend of a friend (and veteran of HCMF past) to comment "What's wrong with him?". He may have a point.

I'm hoping to blog my impressions of the festival as they are formed. I'm hoping this will prove an interesting read for me after the flurry of activity has died down. If it all goes horribly wrong, it should provide useful information for the medical health professionals, and may form an interesting case study in drone-induced lunacy.

Bring on the slowly-moving bicycles!