not-very-live fringe blog

The actually live bit: I'm at my desk sending emails and making phonecalls, about to dash off on my bike for another day of frantic activity. But first I'm going to drop this chunk of diary on you. It's long, written in the slow quiet hours I spent minding the exhibition on Sunday, but I haven't got time to edit it.

( The two previous days, briefly, just for background )

( Day 1: Saturday 29th March. In which I attempt to bilocate fuelled only by chocolate, and wild beasts steal the equipment. )