Tuesday 29 August 2006 22:40
Ah ... the smell of overflowing toilets, wee in every available free patch of grass, sunburn, pot noodles, beans and almost cold, but awful beer, the feel of damp clothes and ankle deep mud. We went to Leeds festival last weekend.
It was quite a family affair this year.
Sophie came too ... that's her in red in the middle of the picture.
She really got into the spirit of things.
In more ways than one.
But precautions were taken.
Wednesday 23 August 2006 23:46
You've got to love everybody tonight ... well, I loved the Presidents of the United States of America. I've always liked bands who sound as good live as they do in studio recordings. But the Presidents weren't as good as in their albums. They were miles better. Tonight was one of the best gigs I've ever seen. Please excuse the rubbish photo; it's the best one I could take. I obviously can't use a borrowed camera very well and should have stuck with my broken (sat on), but lovely little ixus.
I'm off to Leeds festival in the morning. I can't imagine how the next few days could ever live up to tonight. Absolutely brilliant.
Saturday 12 August 2006 20:51
A couple of phone pictures from yesterday. The first is a weak representation of the agony I experienced yesterday morning when, dying for a wee on arrival at Four Lane Ends metro station and after running to find the toilets, I was confronted by this.
I really can't describe how I felt at the time. Damn vandalsim. The next one's from last night. The end result of Peter's three hour struggle to make a broken jukebox converse in English.
Saturday 12 August 2006 01:05
Something really cool happened tonight. I was in town with Peter and Jeff. There's a long-standing problem of Peter living in Whitley Bay, since his departure for the Metro usually calls an end to the night. But as our (Jeff and mine) cab went up my street, it seemed only sensible to stop off at the tired utop (predictive text speak for the three tuns). I should perhaps at this point give some background ... for some time, we've wondered about Norman. Norman's a bloke who frequents the three tuns. He's there most days but doesn't drink. I've always assumed that he's on heavy-duty medication and that he's incapable of consuming alcohol or reasonable conversation. I've now concluded that Norman's medication prevents him drinking. Doubly so after my conversation of tonight. It was cool, in an R D Laing sort of way, and I actually understood. He doesn't live in 'our world'. Not remotely. But that doesn't quite make him abnormal. Not at all. His reality isn't ours and maybe Ronnie Laing had a point after all.Tuesday 1 August 2006 00:50
We lost the quiz down the three tuns again. Our assistance was simply too drunk. However, Lucy has a nice new 'phone.
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