I suppose I should add some thoughts of Reading. First off I should win an award for the number of trips made to the bogs in twenty-four hours, the fact my stomach was everywhere was no advantage. But after Saturday morning I managed not to go for another four days. Silly random illness. It did mean that by Sunday evening though when everybody else was a bit monged out I’d found my first real bit of energy for the weekend.
My hair still smells of smoke.
Queens of the Stone Age won Friday, they were amazing and they even played Covered in Punks’ Blood yay! That and a new tune called The Fun Machine Took a Shit and Died. So yeah they were fantabulous. The Raveonettes get Saturday and though I should probably join the crowd and rave about Iron Maiden I’ll give Sunday to Art Brut. Songs about erectile problems in tents at Glastonbury and whatnot. One day, surely, they shall be top of the pops.
All that’s left now between me and Edinburgh is Monkeyfest 2005. Bring it on.
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