La Misanthrope

While I enjoy the Cambridge Folk Festival (last night Seth Lakeman and The Imagined Village were both excellent) it does reinforce me in my tendency to misanthropy, or hating my fellow humans.  Such as:

• The woman who stood next to me and nattered to her family throughout the whole of Seth Lakeman's set, whilst giving every evidence of enjoying it otherwise.  Oh, and everyone else who thinks the musicians are background to their fascinating conversations.
• The couple who replaced her and lit up beside me inside the tent (presumably because it  was raining outside).  Encouraged by this the bloke next to them lit up as well.  And yes, they did all look guilty, as if that helped.
• Tall people who stand in front of me (yes I know, they can't help being tall.  But they can help standing in front of me)

Maybe I just shouldn't go out.