'Festivals may be full of douches, but it's only real
curmudgeons who actually hate them.'
What’s so terrible about a weekend-long sleepover in a grotty, vomit-splattered field full of dickheads wearing neon hats emblazened with the legend 'K-HOLE', haemorrhaging crowdsurf-casualties & alarmingly tanned mini-Lohans who smell like poppers & have slept with 10 times as many people as you have by the first night, despite still being at sixth form?
Plus, while the main stage will probably have some guitar band whose first album was great but who subsequently got massive and started wearing shiny black shirts with gaping patches of hairy golden chest like characters from a Tim Burton directed porno, search a little harder & you'll surely find something lovely, even if it's just a dazed-looking forty year old hurling cans of Special Brew at a drum.
Free hug anyone?
P.S. These two beauties, Liam Gallagher's new clothing line ('It's not shite, it's good.. Buy it you fuckers!'), Scenes from World War One, Annie Hall trousers & flats, Latina/Spanishey inspired floral fashion, Men's T shirts from Pull & Bear and strawberry muller rice are filling my thoughts.
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