The festival happened. It is happening, again, as that big lad keeps saying in TP series 2 which is still not available in the UK.
It rained gently and persistently in Edinburgh. I saw Herring (disappointing), FuerzaBruta (astonishing), Slint (charisma-free), Smashing Pumpkins (again). I drank Kronenbourg, Tennents, Kirin, Hoegaarden, fine-ish wines, Havana. Over the period of constant ‘socialising’ I got to that great stage where the hangovers lose their brutal edge and become a fuzzy inconvenience, to be dispelled by the lunchtime beer.
To escape the weather Stu and I jumped on a train with Jonny and Esme and went to Leeds festival. It shone, and blazed, and burned for four straight days. We stole a number of attractive straw hats from the hat stall to keep our pusses intact. We saw lots of bands. We drank Carling, Strongbow, Grolsch, wine, vodka, Morgan’s. I was exposed to some new genres, including – but not limited to – gabba, sillystep, daftmash and gooncore.
Some bands that I saw that I liked are Eagles of Death Metal, NIN, !!!, Interpol and UNKLE. The traditional Sunday-night destruction of the entire site was forgotten this year, which was refreshing.
The return to work has been interesting, as I have a deadline for a whitepaper (next Friday, seven days). So working 13hr days until then, including the weekend. Get back to you when that’s over.
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