Waiting and waiting and it all started a bit late, but when it did it was worth the hanging around, despite everyone being bundled into a very damp, “meant to be derelict”, space. The Wakes, who I had never heard of, preceded David Rovics and, while the more reprobate Anarchists jigged the night away in a drunken frenzy, ego sat back and listened to what were quite profound lyrics.
David came, pointed out that our very presence in the very damp, “meant to be derelict”, space could culminate on our falling victim to pleurisy. Then he made a quip in the direction of a group of inebriated imbecilic hecklers, before going through his routine.
It was good stuff and, along with the presence of so many good people around me, it had me thinking about Maxim Gorky’s ‘Life of a Useless Man’ and realising that, if you don’t crawl into a little hole and just give up, if you don’t forget what it means to be human, there are things worth living for and fighting for.