Turning another year older this week leads me further towards my Socratean conclusion that I know nothing. Nothing, and that being humiliated in public is a stinging, humbling experience.
Last weekend I had the opportunity to put on some slackline demos for a crowd of punters at Somersault Festival in Devonshire, UK. A fortuitous turn of events meant I could rig a waterline right in one of the busiest parts of the festival. At a price.