reading.
woo, reading festival. yes. uh.. at some point, something probably happened. the last night: holly and myself in the mud surrounded by around 100 blokes cheering, wearing really quite not a lot. £20 for a mud wrestle. nipples.. mud.. humping.. i just don't know. you'll probably see the photos in the nme or next year's programme. highlights were devendra banhart and morrissey, who played how soon is now live for the first time in over a decade. every one of us lingering on his delicate flamboyancies, flicks of quiff and fingertips, oh, morrissey. MORRISSEY. i imagine we'll marry when he's in his late seventies and never consumate our marriage. got on 6'4" barney's shoulders during there is a light. best.