Telly? Nah, there's no football on. Bored? Never. I'm listening back to sessions from Bazar Blä and Väsen recorded last night, and learning a Johan Hedin nyckelharpa tune on my violin. Y'know (oh, no you wouldn't) the sort of stuff that happens at a real music festival.

You really shouldn't use 'open and accepting' as a synonym for tolerance of twee pop. An unsuspecting real musician who might show up in the hope of doing something interesting with other real musicians is going to be desperately disappointed.