As you know I spent the weekend at the Cornbury Music Festival, and as you also know, being a proper doughnut I lost my camera with all my pictures on it. So, being the resourceful type, I decided to contact the festival organisers and see if my camera had been handed in. I don't know how I managed it, but I ended up being put through to Mrs Big Wig, the top honcho of the Cornbury Festival. Oh yeh, I mix in the circles.
"Hey, aren't you the big boss of the festival?" I asked her after recognising her name.
"Yes, I am certainly in charge of putting everything together," she replied.
"Bloody brilliant festival," I said, "best organised one I have ever been to, and you can be sure I am gonna be returning with a whole load of newbies next year."
I could virtually hear her blushing down the phone, "you think so?" she asked, "that is lovely of you to say."
"The provision of portable toilets was particularly noteworthy," I added, and then immediately sensed that I hadn't homed in on her personal piece de resistance.
"Thank you," she replied somewhat tersely, "and how is it can I help you?"
"Well, I was just wondering if a pink Casio camera had been handed into lost property?" I asked, still swaying from the fact that I was talking to someone with the ability to attract the biggest bands in the country to her festival.
"Tell you what, I will be getting a 'lost property' report first thing tomorrow, and I will have a look and see if your camera is on there. If it is, I will give you a call," she replied.
Cool. Mrs Big Wig was looking for my camera. Given that she is in charge of organising the Cornbury Festival, if anyone has camera-finding superpowers, it will be her.
'Why are you banging on about Mrs Big Wig and your camera?' I hear you cry.
Simple. I have decided that I am not going to do any posts on the Cornbury Festival until it has been confirmed that my camera has been either found, or definitely gone forever.