I love Bristol for the sense of things just happening because, y’know, why not? I don’t know why the Bristol Light Festival is a thing. I don’t know how it is funded, who runs it, what it’s trying to achieve, or why it seems to only run for like three days. But I am happy that it exists. This is - thank you Google - its third year, and the second year I’ve actually been conscious of it. A number of brightly coloured and lit installations are dotted around the city. A purple neon banner exclaiming “Alrig’t my luvver?” adorns the entrance to Queen Square because of course it does. It’s not deep. It’s not clever. It’s just fun. “Let It Shine,” boasts a fluorescent orange and green tower down by the Old Vic. Finzel’s Reach bridge is the most impressive of all, the effect changing across a number of perspective, beams of light firing into the sky, with smoke machine and ambient soundtrack. People are queuing at 8.30 on a cold, February night to have a go on the rainbow-glo swings set up on College Green. It is simply wholesome, with no agenda. Fun for the sake of being fun. How Bristol.