On Thursday morning, having just been out to the car to fetch another load of beer, I meet a journalist from the Q festival daily. This surprised me: not because I had met her per se, but because of her desire to interview me. Of course, the interview wasn’t published, and now I feel used and made worthless by journalism. Or something like that.

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