Today was an exercise in low-cost entertainment. I have been meaning to go to Bunkfest, a free music festival in Wallingford (a local bus journey from Oxford) for over a decade and have never got there. Today was finally the day and I was impressed - much larger than I expected with lots of fringe events in pubs as well as two stages. It's a family festival - loads of people my sort of age and older and loads of children. The dance area in front of the stage was mainly occupied by under-10s and I was touched by some brilliant parenting as children fell or got lost.

At the nearby heritage railway line there were 'singing trains' going to and fro between Wallingford and Cholsey and at the station entrance Armaleggan Border Morris were dancing (extra). Different Border sides have responded in different ways to the current unacceptability of their traditional blackface and I liked the variety of Armaleggan's response.

Mid afternoon a low-flying propeller plane made four circuits over the main stage and audience. Oxfordshire is known not only for folk music but also, sadly, for military air bases - there was even a US one until fairly recently - so I assumed it had come from nearby RAF Benson. I was taken aback later to discover that it was a Lancaster bomber and to learn that there are only two of those left in the world that can still fly. I'm glad it lasted long enough to get away again.

That put my other transport woes into a more mundane context. The buses were utterly confused by having lots of passengers, not only trying to get to and from Wallingford but also to and from Pride in Reading which is at the end of the bus-route. The bus company had the wit to apologise but not to lay on extra buses so I was glad that I'd factored in a long delay in getting back to Oxford. I waited well over an hour for the half-hourly bus service to Wallingford and the same going back and yes, you've guessed, both times two came along at once.

Today was also National Cinema Day and I'd booked two cheap tickets at the cinema that used to be my local and will be again when I move back into my house. The first was Queen of Glory, a newly released US/Ghanaian film about straddling cultures. It's been reviewed as a comedy but although there are light-hearted moments that's not how it seemed to me. It'll be coming to an art/indie cinema near you soon and then will disappear - it's worth a look. One of the four producers was there to talk to the sell-out audience afterwards - a definite bonus.

Then I went to see David Cronenberg's Crash, which I chose in order to plug a 26-year cinematic gap. Honestly, I think I preferred my life with the gap. Male-fantasy, sado-masochistic porn with a car-crash-injury fetish, with just enough narrative to hold together the porn. I was close to walking out but I managed to to see it though to the end. A zero-star review from me but in case it interests you there's a more intelligent and nuanced analysis here.