The last day of the festival.
We enjoyed a grand party last night and I met some animation heroes from around the world. The only problem was that the nibbles were there one minute and gone the next, there is a hungry Columbian around named Andreas. Today Shelly, John Paul and I want to extend our search for food to the Northern half of the town and try to buy something that isn’t Calamari. Please I beg of you. But for now, a fantastic Oscar Fischinger programme beckons, I will have something to say about that.
I also want to say that I wasn’t actually hit by a tram Bec, just nervous about it happening.