Week 18: Leicester Riverside Festival…and the EU

Well, this morning I opened my eyes in an unfamiliar bed and gradually remembered that I should really check my phone, for something momentous had been happening overnight and the results were due.

And so I checked.  And I felt disappointment.  I didn’t even cheer when our reviled PM resigned – just feared the further instability, particularly in the eyes of other countries.

I realise that the UK’s exit from the EU is far from cut and dried.  As usual the scare stories regarding the implications seem to be nearly as far fetched as those surrounding the terrifying Millenium Bug.  We seemed to survive that.  We’ll have a cup of tea, calm down a bit and survive this, but sadly in the knowledge that we really don’t necessarily hold the same values as half our neighbours or the generations before us and that – from my admittedly limited perspective – there are still a lot of people making poorly educated decisions out there.  But who can blame folk?  The UK press is horrifically corrupt and they’ve whipped the country into a frenzy without really managing to involve much of the truth at all.

I’m proud to see that Leicester voted Remain.  If a leave vote is poorly aimed protest against immigration, then for that to triumph here would have been inscrutable.  Even a bus ride into the city is a multicultural experience and once there you’re literally spoilt for more.  It’s not all plain sailing of course – but we’re doing bloody well at the job at just getting on with things and living together.

The UK is still the same as it was yesterday. Eyes open a bit wider perhaps.  There is still good and next year I trust that there will still be hundreds of wonderful volunteers sticking up two fingers up to hard nosed commerce and coming together to deliver the laid back wonder that is the Riverside Festival.

First up, here’s the legendary DWC, who is part of Leicester LoFi‘s very core, and worked his ass off recently to exhibit Yours and Mine for me and the house mamil.  I bumped into fellow 52 Roll-er Barnaby Nutt here who was also taking some snaps and kindly tipped me off when it looked like I might get embroiled in a conversation about toting a bellows camera!

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We then headed off to hunt for my dear old Dad, who we found to be in his element showing off Serenade for the Peter Le Marchant Trust.

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These two blokes haven’t met but actually live only streets away from each other – so, Dave – meet Dave!

Then me and The Teenager were off to check out the stage and the festival field…

But couldn’t leave without seeking out the Leicester Real Junk Food Project, now a year old, who save food that would otherwise have gone to waste and put it into tums.  It’s a doubly wonderful project as you Pay As You Feel – so if you’re really skint you get fed too, and if you’re solvent enough you can pay more to support such a great project.  And the people running the whole shebang are caring and lovely – I felt so looked after and even got a spontaneous arm rub with my spicy aubergine sarny, avocados and bread.

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Heading back to the Park and Ride (where we asked for a price only to be treated to a free journey home as we’d joined with my Dad who’d parked there – yay for Park and Ride!) led us along the canal and through Castle Gardens.

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And through the Lanes in Leicester where the iconic Very Bazaar was shutting up shop and I eschewed the now sterile but once fascinating Silver Arcade for a snap of the much more interesting Royal Arcade.

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Technical Shit:
Agfa Isolette
ISO100 Acros 120 Neopan
Ilfotech 1+31 6mins, 19°
Neither film nor fix discarded prematurely = WIN!

And I debated whether or not to include this – but there ARE people in the UK who don’t know who she was and why she died still, so it’s still important to share.

‘While we celebrate our diversity, what surprises me time and time again as I travel around the constituency is that we are far more united and have far more in common with each other than things that divide us’

Jo Cox 1974 to 2016

For previous posts, please see https://52rolls.net/author/sputnikeditor/.  Cheers!

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3 thoughts on “Week 18: Leicester Riverside Festival…and the EU

  1. I feel very strongly about the Brexit issue. Although we have yet to see what the consequences will be, or whether it will ultimately even happen, it has pointed out an issue that is festering here in the US with the candidacy of Mr. Trump – namely fear, isolationism and blame of the “other”, vs. inclusionism, globalism, and generally, love. Although the latter is not always the case. I fear for my grandchildren’s future. In the meantime you’ve convinced me to buy an Isolette. My Voigtlander Perkeo, which I’d just started to fall in love with, got hopelessly jammed in Iceland and I made the decision to leave it behind in favor of more space for booze from the duty free shop. But I’ve had my eye on an Isolette and these pictures are pretty convincing.

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    • I’m still pretty damn furious though I do note that the world hasn’t ended yet. Might just have to give it time though… The kids and I are watching the Trump car crash unfold with astounded horror – surely it can’t happen? People need to be stop being scared of sharing with others…though today I want to hide.

      Excellent broken camera v. booze decision though! The Agfa Isolette was a much appreciated gift to me as the Zeiss Ikon was borrowed. So far the pics from https://52rolls.net/2016/04/10/week-11-zeiss-ikon-colour-120-the-pits/ are still faves but I’ve yet to run a colour film through the Agfa…

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