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.
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