What a palava!

Those anxiety dreams where you awake to a feeling of great relief when you realise that you werent, in reality, naked at your own graduation also leave you with a vaguely perplexed feeling...which is how I feel now.
I received a message from the clerical assistant at Uni to tell me that I got 62 in Shakespeare and 59 in Crime Fiction and after some sums I realised that my Shakespeare module is, overall, a 2.1. Add this onto the Sci-Fi mark and its another 2.1, add it onto the Poetry (which should be a 2.1 or 1.1) and drop the Crime Fiction...Dissertation pending, I could be in for a very nice time!
Still, a well known phrase regarding chickens and counting and hatching comes to mind, am happy that the essays I did in a blind surge of panic came through ok though.
Beach Break, the music festival that I've been a ticket-holder for the last 8 months have just announced that, following massive protests regarding the festival being held in Cornwall, it has been moved. Moved where? Only 300+ miles west to the Garden of England, Kent.
Now, call me a little old fashioned; but the word 'Beach' normally connotes some kind of, well, Beach. The grounds of a mansion are a completely bonkers place to see Dizzee Rascal in concert (sorry, couldnt resist!) Still, gonna have to dust off the wellies...