A first trip round the site this morning. There’s a huge queue waiting to see Hanif Kureishi. Someone is performing a play under a tree to a audience of four sleeping men. And, apparently, one of the most powerful men in Britain is here at Latitude.
Um, it’s Geoff Hoon. Or so Marcus Brigstocke and Phil Jupitus claimed, while they were reviewing the Sunday papers and casting slanderous aspersions on the character of Seasick Steve.
They’ve suggested that if we spot Hoon, we should crouch down behind his back and start following him round, until a thousand or so people are clandestinely trailing the great man. Not sure if this is actually going to happen, but we’ll see.
Oh, and apparently there were some zombies out and about last night. Not connected.