SATURDAY

Me and Richard woke up at half six in the morning, and began the day in the only way we know how; by singing Limp Bizket, while wanking furiously. Eventually the lovely Brooner emerged, and the three of us embarked on a trip to Inverary. (Inverary, incidentally, made me proud to be Scottish, such is its beauty. Best festival location ever ( Read more... )

So it's been, like, TWO MONTHS or something stupid like that, but I've fought the demons of apathy and mindless frivolity to finally get around to finishing my report (which I began writing on September 3rd) on the cavalcade of unadulterated brilliance that was the inaugural CONNECT festival ( Read more... )