- Caspa & Rusko, and then being given some coke, thinking it was mandy for letting a guy go on my shoulders to take a photo, he also gave some spliff afterwards.
- Realising that after 12am the sound in the dance arena had to be turned down making any subsequent acts sound shit.
- The Safari park next door.
- Cuban brothers' jokes breakdancing, and jumping into the crowd/posing for cameras whilst completely starkers.
- bumping into a group of girls who i met at EXIT festival last year.
- Watching the Zutons then being an absolute flop and hitting the sack at about 11 due to excessive alcohol consumption.
- DIZZEE RASCAL.
At about 1am on the 3rd day, whilst watching Krafty Kutz at low volume, i couldn't think of anywhere i less rather be. Preferably i would want to have been back home with my mum, having just come out of her breast cancer operation, up in scotland with the homies, on in bed having a kiss and a cuddle with Ally, instead of struggling to listen to a DJ, who although quite good didnt seem to be enjoying himself either.
Apart from the quieting of music after 12, the biggestdisapointment was that on the poster it said 16th-19th, denoting 4 days, yet it was only 3. In thinking this i booked a flight up to scotland a day later than everyone else was going when instead i could have just got the train with them on the same day.
BASTARD BEACHBREAKERS
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