After recovering from presenter Steve's suggestion that I might make a good partner for Vanessa Feltz on Celebrity Come Dancing (I not celebrity; I can't dance) I recovered my composure to deliver this shameless plug for Trendlewood Community Festival oops, I mean thought:
It
is coming to the end of festival season. Why do we love festivals so?
Well,
do you remember the days when neighbours could chat over the garden
fence? Many people have never experienced that.
For
14 years of my life I lived in a Victorian terraced house where all
the rear gardens had low walls. From April to October if you popped
into the back, however briefly, you normally ended up talking to
someone. We had a sense of community.
Now
I live on a new-build estate in Nailsea and the houses are
deliberately designed that this won't happen. No-one overlooks anyone
else. I could sunbathe naked in the garden and be in more danger of
discovery by Google Earth than the neighbours.
But
at the recent royal wedding, then diamond jubilee, local street
parties were a success. As long as someone got organising, folk were
happy to pitch in and enjoy food, drink and a chat.
So
this year residents of my part of Nailsea have decided to organise
something bigger. The Trendlewood Community Festival this Saturday is
a brave attempt by a few people to get everyone together in a part of
town with few natural meeting places.
Although
church members have put energy into it, it's not a church event. It's
to acknowledge that, gospel message or not, getting people meeting
and talking together makes the world better. Nothing attracts a crowd
like a crowd.
Thing
is, biblical crowds were gathered to a food-multiplying Messiah. Our
crew need to sell tickets, burgers and drinks. Mind you, Jesus never
had five a side football. Or a bouncy castle. See some of you there?
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