Tuesday and I am back in the mines.
I am shattered but relaxed. Spending three days in a field drinking and dancing till I cant stand anymore was the best thing in the world ever. I find the experience strangle relaxing and cathartic. This is my summer holiday.
Thursday night, Kash Point. Big mash up. Really big. Wearing just tiny Speedos and whit stilettos I danced my way around the boat and even got entered in some sort of running race. I don't really have a clue what happened that night but I have huge cuts on both my knees and the word Slay written in permanent marker on my thigh. Makita from Popworld was there and I was suitably rude to her. Yeah!
On arriving home I had a couple of hours sleep and then got ready to go to Reading.
In my cowboy boots shorts and my Porsche trackie I was ready to go. I was still hammered and had a beer just to sustain. I went into town and picked up 200 ciggys, a litre of vodka, a bottle of Souve and went to the pub. After a little double vodka redbull I was ready. I got picked up by N and Big G and off we went.
In the car I finished a bottle of wine and by the time we eventually found the correct gate to enter. I was hammered. We went in I dropped on the floor and threw up. Rock and roll.
Drinking, dancing, bands and rubbish celebrities ensued.
Bands: 5678's Peaches Super Fury Animals Goldie Looking Chain Client The Stills The Darkness Morrissey 50 Cent
Rubbish Celebes:
Mel C
Makita from Pop World - aka. Me-KitKat
Jefferson Hack
Phoebe from The Kills
Sarah Keywood - aka. Sarah KayMart
Har Mar SuperStar
Queens Of Noize

It has now taken me three days to try and remember what I actually did at Reading and I am bored of writing this so just think the worst and you might be near.

Have fun and remember…well, try and remember.
Russ.