Glasto!
So Glastonbury weekend again and this time I missed it. I haven't seen one picture of Eavis or his simpering daughter, nor have I seen any: mud-caked pillocks gurning at Guardian photographers, Kate Moss in Dior wellies, Doherty's festival teeth, or any of the other tattooed no-hopers hanging out on the fringes of Interzone.
Instead I visited Karl Whitney's excellent site and read the Dumbriffs official Glastonbury coverage. Later on inspired by the spirit of Glasto I went to Woodies DIY, bought a can of black paint, threw it against the living room wall and watched it dry. Best 2.99 I have ever spent during a Glastonbury weekend.
Instead I visited Karl Whitney's excellent site and read the Dumbriffs official Glastonbury coverage. Later on inspired by the spirit of Glasto I went to Woodies DIY, bought a can of black paint, threw it against the living room wall and watched it dry. Best 2.99 I have ever spent during a Glastonbury weekend.
Labels: corporate swindles, eavis, glastonbury, vacuous morons
posted by Mark W at 7:58 pm
5 Comments:
Good to see that your new-found harmony with Gaia isn't causing any unpleasant mellowing effects.
No, I will always be a whiney piss bag. By the way I liked your Revok fancy dress, or had you become Cameron by that point?
it was Revok at the end of the film, when they have the battle. But only one person at the party had any idea who I was :(
I wasn't sure if it was pre or post battle - post - it's Cameron that inhabits Revoks body - so you could have been either. I wouldn't be too downhearted about not being recognised. It says more about the guests than your make-up...philistines.
Let me tell you about the trip back from Glasto, it was action packed. Um, basically I tripped coming up the stairs after watching Jay-Z on telly. Rock n Roll: just say no, kids.
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