Day trip to Brighton - 24th June

With no Glastonbury on this year, Luce and Rich came up with the great idea of a trip to Brighton. So with them booked into a hotel just off sea front for the weekend, Ali and Craig, me and Tim headed down there for a day of shopping, fish 'n' chips and a few beers.

Brighton Pavillion

Sitting eating Fish, chips and mushy peas on Brightons shingle beach, with a can of beer on a bright sunny day. Going someway to compensate us for not sitting in a muddy field listening to some new fangled indie band.

The view from the pier.

There was a Shock Announcement whilst we were out on the pier...

Though some of us felt they weren't taking their vows seriously...

...until a further shock announcement that Ali and Craig's wedding was null and void, as Craig and Rich had already tied the not in a secret ceremony not moments before...

It's hard to resist a relax on a deckchair

I haven't been on a rollercoaster in years. I must be getting old, even the tame rides are bloody expensive. We go on just the one.

Great View.

You don't wanna be eating that...

No really you don't wanna be eating that*...

Best place for it I reckon...

* Please note that eating everything off Brigton Pier in one sitting can lead to a very upset stomach for a day or so.

O2 Wireless Festival - A Day Out

Hyde Park - 21st June 2006

A few of us popped along to the O2 Wireless Festival just for the day. The only day worth going to. (James Cunt? Cunty Tunstall? David Wobbly-headed-Cunt Gray? I don't think so!)

Since we all had the day off we met up beforehand at Selfridges for a Square Pie, mash, mushy peas, and gravy, Krispy Kremes and a few beers. There was some pleasant weather forecast, though that didn't stop us all packing waterproofs, like seasoned Festival goers. Lucy's waterproof was admittedly better than my sad anorak-in-a-bag effort...

It's amazing how wearing a child's superman raincoat can make you a "bit special..."

Special one.

Is it a plane... Is it a bird...

Ahhh, bless.

Special Case Number Two

Ahhhh, bless

Superman on a well earned fag break.

Clark Kent and Lois Lane. You'd never have known would you?

The only way I could get a photo out of Caz with her eyes "open" was by sticking my sunglasses on her.

Smooth.

There have been rumours going around about Craig and Rich... I've no idea where these unfounded rumours came from...

Going in for the snog...

It must be love...

Don't worry it's not Craig under the hat.

Spot the Difference

I finally got my sunglasses back.

After a "gentle" afternoon of the mad Gogol Bordello and naff Dirty Pretty Things, it was time for one of the festival highlights, dancing to Belle and Sebastian. A short set, lacking the backing from extra band members we're used to at their own gigs, it did the job all the same. We had a good old dancing session in the sunshine. What more do you need?

Then it was time for the Raconteurs and the Strokes, complete with Charlston Dancing.

Whilst I did my first festival sober, Pear Cider was the order the day for everyone else. Sadly that stuff hits the old pockets quite badly, so for cheapness after the festival drew to a close, we grabbed a few bottles and headed back to a secret destination 10 minutes away to drink, have fun and try on some half made clothes...

Not a bad old day. Not quite Glastonbury, but it'll do for starters.

And just time to give a mention to someones haircut. Whatever Adam says, this is a mohican.