Woken by a load of English cokeheads returning to their van opposite – Sometimes I am so embarrassed to be British. The abuse they hurled at everyone and the unnecessary volume with which they did it was shameful.
Spent the evening in the festival with Carly and Liam. Saw The View (excellent), Mystery Jets (not so good), Oasis (shite) – we left half way through and thankfully missed the Gallagher doing his usual strop on and off stage a few times. We went over to the ‘Pista Pop’ tent and boogied till it got too hot – moved to the FiberFib stage and watched the end of ‘Gang of Four’ when the drummer smashed a microwave to smitherines before heading back to the van. Rock n Roll Man.
The strap on my beloved African rafter sandals that I have had for over ten years finally snapped on the way home. Not happy.
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins