Laurafest this Monday

A long overdue post from me, Tom: sorry for the long delay. Some of my really good friends in London have decided to put on a fundraiser, Laura Street and Laura Silver have had a tradition of putting on a small festival in honour of themselves each year in the summer. This year they have kindly done so in order to raise money for the Pavilion trust, the festival will be held, unconventionally, in a pub. The pub in question is called ” the good ship” and is in Kilburn in London. Laurafest will be held this Monday, the third of September, and will be a night of live musical performances from brilliant acts such as the infamous Dr Joel,the windup merchants and Savage Messiah.

Laurafest is, as far as I’m aware, open to all. It will be a great night, good value for money and all for a good cause. I have tried my best to be in a position to attend but after battling with doctors and nurses, I have been told that due to still being on intravenous antibiotics and also due to my neck still being slightly fragile in the eyes of the consultants, it would not be safe for me to attend. I really am quite gutted about this, but I hope that all who attend have a great time. Dr Joel really is one of my favourite performers and also strangely has worked with my dad in the past (this is not how I know him).
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For more information and details of tickets etc click here…
With regards to my progress, I’ve been working hard to deal with my loss of neck mobility,much of the same feelings as encountered previously.

2 thoughts on “Laurafest this Monday”

  1. Typical Tom, gutted only about not being allowed to go on a drinking binge … Don’t you worry, your next pub visit will not have to wait too long! I look forward to join you on it, actually … Hug from Tom

  2. Dear Tom,
    I can’t tell you how pleased I am that the second huge operation went well and clearly from your blog you are making a rapid recovery.

    Also pleased that the fund is building up, after that heroic Alpine run.

    I hope to come and pester you soon but I returned to a mountain of stuff against deadlines at work and I am trying to make sense of it. Only 25 more days to go until I hand over!

    This year I couldn’t stop working throughout the ‘holiday’ but it did a power of good to lie reading in the hammock, staring up at the canopy of leaves. Also swam across the lake you jumped into in ??1999 – despite the crappy weather most of the time. Made a lot of log fires. Explored the region. DIY on the house.
    Went south to see my French penfriend’s mother whom I first made contact with when I was 11 and she was – well 50 years younger than she is now!. She is now 93 and still full of the kind of insatiable curiosity which made such a huge impact on me as a 16 year old when I first got the travel money to visit the family in Marseille. They were autodidacts, free thinkers and book worms and my family was none of the above. My penfriend’s father had left school at 14, dug potholes for Electricite de France and by the time I first I visited had become director of the PTT for the entire southern region of the country, had self taught himself and gained no less than two doctorates in biology, learned Hebrew (as an atheist to read the Bible) knew and recited by heart all the poems of Robbie Burns in what he thought was Scottish (which scared the living daylights out of me) and had a compendious knowledge of the geology, biology and history of Provence. I wish I knew how to attach a photo of the old lady, his wife, now – she is terrific.
    Also attended a student’s wedding and discovered that the French marriage ceremony is all about the right upbringing of children – not about devotion and endurance, as here. Jazz band in the protestant church and Gypsy Kings in the evening.
    But the very best part of the holiday was a short course in art enamelling which required intense concentration for a week – playing around with slippery slopes of copper, water, and fine grains of coloured silica which all comes out of the kiln looking bright brown and only reveals its glassy colours as it cools down. It’s a very exciting art-form. Just a bit of a pity there is no market for things made that way any more (except for crosses etc in Georgia) and after 8 centuries in Limoges it looks as though it is dying out.
    Well I’ll be back for more next year. I found focussing on one thing revitalising.
    Perhaps it doesn’t sound so to you though..
    with love from all at 36,
    Barbara

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