Off to Leeds again tomorrow in an attempt to relive the high level of amusement, drunkeness and mortal terror experienced on the last trip. Nothing quite like shooting up the motorways on a hot Saturday afternoon armed with the latest tunes and a pack of silver rizla. Then decend on Steedo for a prolonged burst of sarcasm and the danger of being coated to within an inch of your life.
Sunday off to the Across the Tracks music festival which promises to update my knowledge of up and coming bands now that I spend too much time in an office and not enough time loafing in bars chatting to musos. It’s been a rough couple of months and maybe a holiday is just what’s needed to put things right again. If not, at least we can just animalise our selves and do our best to properly represent the cru in intent, action and inebriation.