Living in the Creek area of Denver, as I do, this weekend has seen the place overrun with people visiting the Cherry Creek Arts Festival.

If you've not been to it before, and frankly I don't blame you if you haven't, it's an annual three-day festival, which seems to be celebrating the bringing together of cultures.

The two cultures brought together are; People Who Think They Can Make A Living Out Of Art, and People Who Have So Much Spare Money They Can Afford To Give It To Artists. I'm not quite sure who's the more deluded.

The only thing I've ever bought at the Festival, was a Festival T-Shirt, and that was way back in 1995, before I even lived here, when I was young and foolish, as opposed to now, when... well... I'm not so young.

The roads are blocked off from traffic along 2nd and 3rd Avenue, between Steele and Clayton streets. Frankly, it's a much needed bit of traffic calming for the area. However, this being America, it'd never be made permanent, because God forbid people would be expected to walk places.

There are a couple of live music stages, but it's mostly, temporary little stalls, selling over-priced paintings, photographs and sculptures.

The side-streets are filled with stalls operated by local restaurants, and local carbonated-urine vendors, Coors have a few stands, hawking their wares, and claiming it's beer.

I can't say I've ever spent more than a brief amount of time at the festival, as it has little or nothing of interest to me. Well, beyond people-watching, and frankly, there's only so many over-tanned 50 year-olds wearing inappropriate shorts, in which one can find humour.