A slight case of overblogging

As usual I set out with a notebook and started writing the festival up as I went. By halfway through writing up Saturday (on Sunday morning) I gave up. But still, I have the timetable for reference, so I'm sure I can remember enough.

( Thursday )

( Friday )

( Saturday )

( Sunday )

( Monday )

Half of me wishes I'd stayed that bit longer to see the others off properly, but never mind, there's always next year. I've got two tickets bought already, for me and for Mike if he feels like it once they know the lineup. And now I'm just getting over the cold that apparently most of our bit of camp came down with, and looking forward to the next festival more than ever. This was a good one.

That was a fantastic weekend. I am now shattered and bruised, but at least am clean again. Very very different indeed to Glasto, but while I think some people would enjoy one and not the other I had a really good time. Good company, far too much to drink, great music, lots of silliness, weather not too awful. Couldn't ask for much more really. Mike's mates are all really friendly, and despite a lot of mickey-taking I really liked them. And I'm really overusing the word really. And talking with a much broader Yorkshire accent than I was before the weekend, as a side-effect of spending it with a bunch of folks largely from Sheffield.

Having nearly fallen asleep on the bus back from the station though am going to give tonight's post-pizza a miss and stay in and catch up with rjk. More co-herent write-up should follow. Though again I kept up until halfway through Saturday and then just didn't find time.