Not Gonzo Writing: Wild Paths Festival 2025
Day One, Morning
Fear and loathing on Elm Hill this is not. Transport, no fabulous red Chevvy, just the number 14 bus into the city from the N&N Hospital. Drop off is under the looming, refurbed Norman castle, then a stroll round the corner to the Maid's Head Hotel. There no sign yet of a festival, although the receptionist assured me the Edith Cavell Room would be functioning as a ticket office from Thursday.
I went back up through Tombland, once the site of a Viking market place, past Voodoo Daddy's Showroom, where a small street sign was tucked into the doorway announcing this week's events, to the bus information office to buy myself a week's bus pass, as it looks like I'll be tripping back and forth over the next few days for various reasons. Good value I thought, that bus pass.
Talking of taking trips, the bus will be the only type of trip I'll be enjoying this week. Gonzo's Tea Room as close to Gonzo journalism as this gets.
Tonight and tomorrow, pre-festival parties are on at Voodoo Daddy's Showroom. This evening, Feasts, Magnolia and The Empty Threats (band name of the day), tomorrow, Chest, Canned Pineapple and the irrepressible bunch of boys in blue, Pleasure Inc.
Spencer Ide
14/10/2025

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