The ace:8)
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Mark Thomas - Just being Mark Thomas tho I love all that ****
HMD@The NYC Downlow. We got accosted on the way in because we wouldn't kiss the bear (or the tranny, we were given an option!) behind the desk which prompted much hilarity for them as they did their 'tease the straight guys' thing, tho nothing no-ones seen before and I love it in there so had a good sweaty session raving it up. Before we even got to the bar I heard "Now this is how it started, our dreams are broken hearted and I want you..." and everything was so right again and as good as it's always been.
Having the preference on abjectly refusing to spit piss on Blurs grave before Sunday night before witnessing the best, most energetic, singalong (and not having a clue how I knew the words) performance to finish off the main stage. Again, prior to this I just saw them as the Nothern Londonest of North London posh ****s with that **** patronising mockney voice with lyrics that are bettered by anyone half decent, but the did put on a bloody good show and I am officially a convert.
Passing Tom Jones forgetting he was on and staying for all the hits and watching what looked like the intro scene from Gladiators but with fold up chairs and delilah instead of fighting. An old man stripping near the back to Leave Your Hat On was car crash stuff at its best. For about 3,000 people on their feet cheering him on
E17 held out for the hits but had pretty anyone on site between the ages of 22 to 32 in their tent.
Florence and the machine, Theoretical girl and the equations, all mildly entertaining No idea who they are and will never hear or see them again though. One of those 'glad i as there' moments
Altern8 showing that if done "well", all you need is an updated MC lyric ("Some people think we're bonkers") to update a set that tune wise was probably identical to what they played 30 years ago. Nice work if you can get it!
My new tent. Setting new standards in portable housing.8)8)
Sitting on your back on a piece of grass after hours of ethiopian sun making a crcifix, asthe heavens opened and getting instantly refereshed
Seeing so many randoms from all walks of life all weekend.
Toureg F*ckers
Cohorts on top form all weekend
The ****
Far too much sun. I've said it before and I'll say it again: You know where you are when you're wet and muddy. None of this pissing about considering trainers that **** up at the next muddy corner, just stick your goretex on, wellies (or neoprene muck bots
), and bob's your uncle. I have also got heatstroke and was so dizzy driving home last night I acually pulled into a services and slept though the night lsst night as I genuinely couldn't drive.
Truly horrific bands on the other stage for the early part of the Sunday. It was next to our tent and we were pretty much self paralysed for a couple of hours, and I can only sum it up by the feeling that "surely it can't get any worse?" just ran through our thoughts for the whole day.
Missing Rolf Harris and fearing a Hillsborough at the Jazz stage!
Telling at least 50 people to **** off, including two texts from back home about MJ! "I take it the phrase "festival rumour" means nothing to you twats?" Only buy Friday morning did we ome round to the idea it wasn't a BBC conspiracy or internet gag!
Reading the guide thing on Monday and realising what you missed.
Being reminded that Silent Disco is a really **** idea (Is living on a prayer a mandatory inclusion in every set? I have heard it every time I've been)
Seeing people piss where they shouldnt. Worst one was people pissing on the inside of the tarpauline of the pisser tent bits.
All in all though a truly ace weekend
