Good luck to my old friend, Stuart, whose first feature film, God Help the Girl, is debuting at Sundance Film Festival. I'm sure it's thrilling to be there, in the mountain air. Even rolling the name, 'Sundance' across my tongue is enough for me.
Last night, Francis and I went to the opening night of another great festival, Celtic Connections. The musicians appear effortlessly talented and convey such a feeling of inclusive magic - as if you've just stumbled into the best party in town, their party, and they're going to let you stay. They'll transport you and ravish you (sort of) and leave you walking out lighter. Brilliant.