A few days later in San Francisco I rented inline skates, which I’d never tried before. I had to show my passport and the woman looked at it and said “I’m so sorry”.
I assumed there was a problem and I wouldn’t be able to hire the skates. But no.
“What? Oh, right. Yes, thanks.”
I do regret that, after leaving Burning Man, I didn’t buy one of the local papers from the box outside Denny’s, whose front page was split between a photo of the Man, and the Diana news.
25 years ago I was sitting in our woefully amateur camp at Burning Man with @mala, Angus and Pouneh, when a man wearing not much more than a top hat came and told us Brits that Diana had died. It was a while before we could confirm the news on a radio.
I was excited to read in the Guardian today that a 1970s TV adaptation of Sartre's 'The Road To Power' has been on BBC FOUR this summer. I didn't even know it existed.
I was less excited to discover the early episodes have already disappeared off @BBCiPlayer. Nnnggghhh 😖