So I’ve heard some disgruntled chatter lately about the existence of a ‘VIP room’ at the venue for SitC. Surely a community-driven, free event doesn’t need an elite subset; a ruling class, sipping on 100 year-old whiskey from diamond flutes in a gold room, decorated with the finest endangered animals and stocked to the ceiling with Cuban imports, diced swan meat and caviar? A space where they can discuss the finer points of being better than other people and spit on the citizens below? Why do you need a Swiss chocolate chandelier, or a private bar made from vintage Bentleys? Why was the entire budget wasted on hiring exotic dancers, and why did YouTube approve a diamond-studded neon sign above the door that read “I did it all for the nookie”? Something is going on here, it’s a conspiracy…

No. It was just a boring room where people involved in the show could leave their bags, and sit or chat with each other when they needed a break. This is what it looked like at it’s very busiest on Saturday night after Weebl’s set.

But if you want to make it more important than it is, go ahead. I like being treated like a celebrity every now and then. I work hard every day trying to make a living being creative, and weekends like this make me feel a little bit special. Then, on Monday, I go back to washing up and paying credit card bills.