feeling listless

Liverpool life The bank holiday Music shindig - well all I can say is - every festival has it's fringe. Between the main sponsored stages and the pubs and bars which were impossible to get into were the hangers on, the people making the most. The saddest sight had to be the crowd massed around the entrance of 'Macdonalds' watching the staff dancing to 'Lady Marmalade' and the works of S Club 7 - truly there is nothing sadder than people on £3.75 an hour trying to get people excited by wearing clown make up. Then there was the gentleman who usually sits in the square outside Tesco's bumped up to the main shopping street. This is the man (who for charity, bless him) sits for hours on end singing folk tunes in the monotone voice of HAL, with a green bird puppet hanging off a stick in front of him, dangling in time with the music. Then we have the street artists who come from nowhere - the lady who spent five minutes painting a not at all relevant picture of Princess Di, to the woman who was charging £2.50 a time for people to have their picture drawn in the style of a five-year-old. It all just seemed a bit depressing somehow. Not at all depressing are the tribute band names, which every year raise a smile - ahem...Beatalls, Sgt Pepper Brazil, Det Betales (Norway), Beat the Meetles (Denmark), Beatalls, Abbey Road (Brazil), Frankie Goes To Liverpool (Germany), The Corrds, Robbie's Angels, Instant Karma, Beladies, The Bryan Adams Experience, Status Quid, The Jamm, Buttles and my favourite, The Clone Farm.