Tuesday, May 4
Festival of Light (or Heaviness)
Reading: 1.) The present tense of "to read" 2.) A town in England.
Festival: An large and exulant gathering of people.
Reading Festival: Heavy metal, drink, and vast volumes of ganja, streached out over three days and thousands of tents.
Yep, I'm going to this year's Reading Festival. It promises to be fun. Until last years festival, I hadn't seen a live band that wasn't local. Over those three days, I...
+Saw a good ten plus bands, including
++Electric Six
++Less Than Jake
++Blink 182
++Hundred Reasons
++THE EIGHTIES FUCKING MATCHBOX FUCKING B-LINE FUCKING DISASTER! (Only the best band IN THE UNIVERSE!)
++And five minutes of The Darkness. They rescheduled their set while me and CompleteAnarchy were waiting for Electric Six.
+Actually PULLED and GROPED a random girl I met while watching Blink 182. You should all know by now my track record with women is bad, I wrote an entire update on it last week.
+Drank a bit. Not so much, because I intended to smoke a load of weed.
+/-Smoked insufficient weed for the event. CompleteAnarcy forgot to pick up beforehand, and only finding a nice but lost man with stuff saved us.
-Singly failed to sleep with Random Girl. Partly because I couldn't find her on Sunday, partly because neither of us had working phones, and partly because...
-Had to share a tent with Big Brother, CompleteAnarchy, and three mens stuff. In a two man tent. I've seen anorexic lobsters wider than the space I had to sleep in. And that wasn't all...
-Due to the fact we came far too late (I said "Get there early", but NOOOO! No-one listens to Chyld!), this is what was wrong with our "campsite".
--Camped in a space barely large enough to put our tiny gas cooker, bugger a large campfire.
--Camped 100m away from the festival bogs, those paragons of aroma, cleanliness, and volumes of toilet paper. However, we didn't end up vomiting because of the constant smell of burning cannabis. Not the smell of my burning cannabis, just the general smell...
--Camped by a road. CompleteAnarchy explaining away a legal weed alternative to a policeman by saying "It's the legal shit, officer" is now legend. Plus, two of our friends had their tent thrown up on. They may have been in it...
THIS YEAR, its going to be different. Why? Let me tell you in order to fill space.
+My own tent. CompleteAnarcy thinks he's too cool to hang with us this time round, and I refuse to share a tent with Big Brother. And I'm getting a tent as a late present from Friend Who Works At Foxes.
+More cannabis. Obviously now CompleteAnarchy's being a proper dealer, this won't be hard to sort out.
+I might SLEEP with a GIRL! (Talk of flying pigs will not be tolerated)
+If we get there early, we can set up a campsite, out of the way, with a camfire-space to drink/smoke/grope around.
+The Darkness. For more than five minutes.
In addition, every night before I go to bed, I pray. I say "Dear God, thank you this day for your blessing. Please let Slipknot and The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster play Reading. Thank you."
There, short but sweet. Join us again tomorrow for some lovely short stories. Probably.
Festival: An large and exulant gathering of people.
Reading Festival: Heavy metal, drink, and vast volumes of ganja, streached out over three days and thousands of tents.
Yep, I'm going to this year's Reading Festival. It promises to be fun. Until last years festival, I hadn't seen a live band that wasn't local. Over those three days, I...
+Saw a good ten plus bands, including
++Electric Six
++Less Than Jake
++Blink 182
++Hundred Reasons
++THE EIGHTIES FUCKING MATCHBOX FUCKING B-LINE FUCKING DISASTER! (Only the best band IN THE UNIVERSE!)
++And five minutes of The Darkness. They rescheduled their set while me and CompleteAnarchy were waiting for Electric Six.
+Actually PULLED and GROPED a random girl I met while watching Blink 182. You should all know by now my track record with women is bad, I wrote an entire update on it last week.
+Drank a bit. Not so much, because I intended to smoke a load of weed.
+/-Smoked insufficient weed for the event. CompleteAnarcy forgot to pick up beforehand, and only finding a nice but lost man with stuff saved us.
-Singly failed to sleep with Random Girl. Partly because I couldn't find her on Sunday, partly because neither of us had working phones, and partly because...
-Had to share a tent with Big Brother, CompleteAnarchy, and three mens stuff. In a two man tent. I've seen anorexic lobsters wider than the space I had to sleep in. And that wasn't all...
-Due to the fact we came far too late (I said "Get there early", but NOOOO! No-one listens to Chyld!), this is what was wrong with our "campsite".
--Camped in a space barely large enough to put our tiny gas cooker, bugger a large campfire.
--Camped 100m away from the festival bogs, those paragons of aroma, cleanliness, and volumes of toilet paper. However, we didn't end up vomiting because of the constant smell of burning cannabis. Not the smell of my burning cannabis, just the general smell...
--Camped by a road. CompleteAnarchy explaining away a legal weed alternative to a policeman by saying "It's the legal shit, officer" is now legend. Plus, two of our friends had their tent thrown up on. They may have been in it...
THIS YEAR, its going to be different. Why? Let me tell you in order to fill space.
+My own tent. CompleteAnarcy thinks he's too cool to hang with us this time round, and I refuse to share a tent with Big Brother. And I'm getting a tent as a late present from Friend Who Works At Foxes.
+More cannabis. Obviously now CompleteAnarchy's being a proper dealer, this won't be hard to sort out.
+I might SLEEP with a GIRL! (Talk of flying pigs will not be tolerated)
+If we get there early, we can set up a campsite, out of the way, with a camfire-space to drink/smoke/grope around.
+The Darkness. For more than five minutes.
In addition, every night before I go to bed, I pray. I say "Dear God, thank you this day for your blessing. Please let Slipknot and The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster play Reading. Thank you."
There, short but sweet. Join us again tomorrow for some lovely short stories. Probably.
