u/Synchronauto

The saga. On June 8th I emailed Medicine Festival asking about their policies for medical cannabis.

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I didn't get a reply until 23 June. They flat out refused.

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I immediately replied on 23 June, with help from some of the posters on reddit.

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On this date, I also got in touch with the wonderful folks over at https://thereasonableadjustment.co.uk/ asking for advice. They were tremendously helpful. More on them below.

I gave Medicine Festival a little over 24 hours, but received no response, and I wanted to get this right, so I sent them this. This time I found the email address of one of the founders of the festival, and copied him. 24 June.

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I waited over a week and did not receive reply, so on 1st July I send them a request for a follow up. This time I found the personal email addresses of each one of the founders of the festival, and personally addressed them in the mail.

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Medicine Festival continued to ignore me. Not so much as a "thanks for your mail, we are reviewing this and will get back to you soonest." I don't know if they are just bad at communication, or this was intentional stonewalling, though strongly suspected the latter.

I gave it until 9th July, 16 days since their refusal and last communication, before my next steps.

1. I asked The Reasonable Adjustment to step in. They wrote an excellent mail to the PR department of Medicine Festival asking for comment for an article they are writing about this, while also stating the facts that Medicine Festival as a Service Provider have legal duties under the Equality Act to make a reasonable adjustment to their blanket policy. I will not share their mail here, but there's a decent chance they will publish it on their site in due course.

2. I emailed West Berkshire council licensing department, who are responsible for licensing the festival.

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3. I emailed EASS using their contact form, outlining the details of the situation, asking for what steps I should take next.

One of those 3 things worked. I suspect it was just the email from The Reasonable Adjustment that did it. Today 11 July I finally received a response from Medicine Festival saying that I am allowed to bring my medicine with me.

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Obviously the irony of Medicine Festival refusing to let people use their medicine is not lost on me, and was probably my greatest motivation to set this right. To their credit, they have set this right, but it took 33 days from my first mail, and 18 days of stress and anxiety between their refusal and acquiescence. I hope these mails are helpful to others who face similar situations with other festivals and service providers in the future.

If anyone wants text rather than image versions of these mails to reuse parts of them, I can copy them in below in the comments.

Is there any way to make a poor recording of a voice sound like it was recorded with high end equipment? I've got voice that was recorded with a cheap lapel that sounds a bit tinny.

Melband Roformer has been good at removing all the noise out of a recording, but I'm still left polishing a turd. I've tried AudioSR, but that only works on really terrible audio. Does something exist like a ControlNet for voices, where it will keep all the words and intonation, but spit out something that sounds like a professional recording?

In Piqua, Ohio, in 1939, twin brothers were born to an unmarried mother They were adopted by different families and raised without knowing of each other's existence. Adoptive parents Jess and Lucille Lewis in Lima, Ohio were told that the twin brother of their new son had died. The same story was told to the Springer family 80 miles away in Dayton in another part of the state. Six years later, when Mrs Lewis completed the long adoption procedure, she told court officials she had called her son James. 'You can't do that, they warned. 'His twin brother is actually alive - and he is called James.'

It was nearly 40 years before James Lewis tracked down his missing twin brother James Springer and arranged a meeting. Both men were astonished that their lives had developed along inexplicably similar patterns. They had both grown up with adoptive brothers called Larry. Both had identical interests and weaknesses in the same school subjects, and they both owned dogs called 'Troy'. They had both married women called Linda, had both divorced them and both had subsequently remarried women called Betty.

Their first sons had each been named James Alan. They had taken their families each year to the same small Florida holiday resort, staying at hotels or the same beach. James Lewis and James Springer both worked as pump attendants in petrol stations, and they had worked as assistants for the same chain of hamburger restaurants.

Independently of each other, they had both volunteered to serve their communities in different parts of Ohio as part-time deputy sheriffs and unknown to each other, they both immersed themselves in the hobbies of carpentry and technical drawing.

Medically and physically they had shared the same history. Each was 6ft tall and weighed 180 pounds. They had suffered tension headaches and migraine at the same times in their lives and had recovered from the symptoms at the same age. They had experienced identical heart problems and other ailment at the same periods in their lives.

From *The World's Greatest Mysteries* by Gerry Brown.