This festival was a jawdropping, senses repulsing mix of some of the worst sound my poor little noise holes have ever had the misfortune of ingesting. Our pitch made up the unfortunate third point in the axis of evil, that also included the main stage and the hardcore tent. With the likes of 'Wet Dog' and 'Hang the bastard' vomiting out their vitriolic nonsense, we were truly stuck in a nightmarish crossing of the beams, 'The Vortex of Hate'.
The weather was nice though.
And we were right nextdoor to Dan the juice man (Elephant Juice) from Whitecross Street.
With an initial crew of only five this time round, the pressure was on and time for breaks was limited. Ollie and Harriet easily overcame this problem by sharing meals, lady and the tramp stylee. Who knows what happened when they got to the middle...
This photo is in no way linked to the previous one except to say that making vast numbers of burritos with limited staff takes its toll even on our hardcorest of workers.
So in sumnation. With the exception of Caribou, Mystery Jets and a spackling of other performers, the music was aweful from where I was standing. The people, however, were lovely. All tattooed hipster types, but majoritarily really good sorts. Apart from the filthy thieving bastard who stole our newly aquired wrestling cat. Mexican Pussy was cruely catnapped at around 10:30 on the saturday night. Any information leading to the whereabouts of our beloved family member will be met with surprise, initially and then overwhelming joy and then... well anyway there are seven stages.
A: They aren't really. Just the German ones who were performing in the Hardcore tent and only really their lyrics. They seemed very personable when ordering their dinner.
Pssst!!! see you all at Thames Festival this Saturday and Sunday. Gives you all a chance to show off your favourite burritos to friends and family who might not otherwise get the chance to experience such culinary delights
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