septembre

Too sleepy to construct full sentences. No photos. Here's words.

Flash Flood Friday "Wet enough for ya?!" Involuntary voyeurism (it's unavoidable). Hash Truffles. Teepees. Pussy Parlure. Virgin In The Sand. Hot body paint. Glow stick Yoda. 2Many'Techno-lite'Dj's. Mud dancing. Mud sharks. Mud pies. Welly stealing. Not pooping. "Doctor Who...wants to do me in the worst way?" Adam shouting "You Suck" at Vernon big-bendy-legged Kaye whilst interviewing Coldplay. Understanding Scots only when drunk. Sunburn one day, trenchfoot the next. Leftfield. Sanctuary. Dresden Dolls. Emu Puppet dancing hippies. Guillaume + Sebastin = Le Feot Dit Non - A bit like Finding Nemo...but nothing like Tarka The Otter. A bit like Thelma & Louise...but nothing like Tango & Cash. A bit like Nuns on the Run...but nothing like Sister Act. Spandex. Oxfam clothes shopping. Wedding dresses. Liberal parenting. I sold you your tickets. Lost Vaugeness. Stone Circle. Stoned Circle. Tilly Texts. Willy Wonka. Acid? No, Absinthe. Pear Cider. Missing the Silent Disco. Butter???! Oggies. Rilo Kiley. Brian Wilson "God Only Knows What I'd Be Without You."

Glastonbury 2005. A pleasure.