Come on just say it, you need me like a bad habit.
One that leaves you defenseless, dependent, and alone…
Are you afraid to say what you want to? Tell me you want to.
Taking Back Sunday, “One Eighty by Summer”
Think it’s time for blankets, take-away and Beauty and The Beast.
I find it fucking hilarious that one of the reasons I was cast aside was my filthy wonk habit, yet now your new infatuation has unveiled herself as a dirty kethead too. You sure do know how to choose ‘em.
She couldn’t get more like me if she tried… So why do I feel so inadequate? Why am I so jealous of something that doesn’t even exist?
We were lying in our festihut with the window open enjoying a final spliff before bed as our acid trip came to an end, and these two came out of nowhere. Their paths crossed right in front of our hut and it felt like something out of a well crafted pantomime, created purely for our amusement.
It went a little like this:
Skeleton: “Can I try your…?”
Doctor: “Yeah, can I try yours?”
They went on to try each other’s goggles and stethoscope. Eventually we convinced skeleton boy to play us his trumpet, all the way from China apparently.
Genuinely the best thing I’ve ever experienced. We lay there pissing ourselves for a further ten or fifteen minutes as skeleton boy walked around the campsite blowing his trumpet in the distance. Faaaantastic.
Finally recovered from Dour, now back in London and on a serious work ting until Reading and Outlook.
There are no words to express how mind blowing Dour was: Sick people, sick vibes, sick sound systems.
Fucked my knee up again and my phone got stolen in the pit during Skindred which is pretty gutting, but it could have been worse. Watching the sun rise to the loveliest acid tirp made up for my loss. Overall, it was a cracking festival and I’m hoping the line-up’s just as good next year!