Amongst all the tip top moments throughout the weekend, one thing I've oddly missed without even realising it, is the party convoy that occurs (sometimes) at the beginning of a night and then again at the end. The party convoy being a mass of people you're huddled together with which then snakes it way through the city, a bubbling contingent of chatter, ideas and bonhomie. When you're part of this mass group you no longer pay any mind to the spides that lurk in the darkness with a cutting putdown about my handbag or my windaes and the streets of Belfast become a wonderful place to be.
Of course if you find yourself constantly embroiled in a party convoy - in that you never spend anytime alone and share a consciousness with at least 3 other people, just watch yourself kiddo as generally these kinds of party convoys are referred to as cults and you'll be substituting beer for Kool-Aid in no time.
Right then, back to life, back to reality. It's time for another drawing, enjoy this poster I've made for a night of music making in the Stiff Kitten:
