I only popped by this evening for a short while, but this was my first time at WOMAD and I didn’t even have to sit on the grass, thanks to the hospitality of the Singapore Tourism Board which supplied us with food, drinks, cushions and mats. The African music was pleasant. The Indian dance workshop was splendid. I suddenly recalled the time I celebrated Diwali up in Bristol with my Indian Kenyan friends. That was a bizarre combination of cultures.