I  wake at Belmont
House, 6am and walk outside to see Hay in the morning.  It is silent as if the air is hovering waiting
for the rush of day.  I have breakfast at
7am, a couple of scrawny sausages and egg and at 10 am  I’m off, ten  minutes through the  town, to 
The Festival fields.  It’s raining
now. It is grey and it is damp but everything is slightly gorgeous too – lush.  “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just
bad clothing” – the saying derives from Sweden.

At 11.25pm I am at the Guardian Hay House inside the
festival and the home of the Guardian podcast. 
I have my Obama 08 T shirt on which is getting a lot of love from
assorted peoples.  The interview begins
with two other authors,  Francesca Simon (Horrid Henry), Eoin Colfer (Artemis Fowl).    These authors  sell hundreds of thousands of books.  I am the least qualified of the three “childrens
writer” interviewees but enjoy it and them, all the same.  You can hear the interview here and  Suitcases and Muddy Parks a poem that I read
on the podcast  http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/audio/2008/may/27/haycast04.
  The interview ends at 12.30pm.  I am out by 12.45pm

Time for a quick cigarette.  I hate this habit. I am escorted by Ruth Hay
to the next tent. Between 1pm and 12.30pm I’m in a workshop with twelve sharp
as a pin young people ranging from the age ranges of 12 to 17.       By
the end of the workshop each one has the first draft of something magic and I
am  proud of the work produced and the
produce to produce it.  In fact i am over
the moon. Walking on air. The workshop ends, with beaming and smiling young
people who have worked hard and enjoyed themselves, the two criteria for my
working life.   I could  go home happy now.   I don’t do many workshops because I love
teaching, and  I love writing more.

I saunter along the soggy gangplank  (did I say that it was raining?) to the green
room where  Brian patten is
stood  after the end of his and Roger McGough’s  children’s reading  to two thousand of them.   I can
tell  was a good gig. You can virtually
hear the applause around him. He’s beaming, suitcase packed and off to go.   On
June 23^rd at he Arts theatre in London  I’ll be giving a talk on the influence of The
Mersey Sound, the book they brought out forty years ago in 1967.   We stand and chat and say goodbye. You can
hear the about my event in an interview 
I did with Tom Chivers here http://www.poetrysociety.org.uk/content/info/audio/uti/

I haven’t eaten a thing since this morning and it’s pushing
3pm. Not eating is easy to do in this 
environment.  It’s also dangerous.
 Lunch. 
 I walk into the artists section
of the dining tent and introduce myself to John
Bird.   Within the first two minutes
of meeting Mr Bird he says  “I used to be
a racist. Now I have a  pubjabi wife and
support Obama”.    Neither inclines me to assume that he or any
other supporter of Oboma with a Punjabi 
wife is racist or not. That a man has a relationship with a woman does
not indicate that he is not sexist.   Bird's
achievements are great.  And if there is
one thing I have learned it is that being part of the anti rascism movement
does not make  a non-racist.  If only the British would understand this they wouldn't be stuck in such post colonial trauma. 

I  then sit with  comedian Marcus Brigstocke   photographer Nick
Cobbing  comedienne and broadcaster Carrie
Quinlan.  It was a fun lunch with fun
people.  Steak, meadium rare, fat cut
chips and alone  peak  of mayonnaise,  for the chips.  One thing about Hay – the food is gorgeous.  Sated and with an evenings main performance ahead,
my final professional engagement, I Travel back to Teh belmont   for a couple of hours R and R.