Wednesday 25 August 2010

Standon Calling



Hello People. Standon calling was within spitting distance of London. Just a quick, and mildly perilous, jaunt up th A10 and we were knee deep in our sixth festival of the season. Luardos was really entering into the world of the unknown ths time when we were joined by Burrito debutants; Gini and Ellie. However, having assessed their performances over the entire festival, we have since decided to set up a recruitment agency. 'Luardos Angels' should be up and running by the new year.



Things took a turn for the worse early doors in the fields of Standon and some live action scenes, that would have had Alfred Hitchcock bricking it, led Gini to head for the hills. 'The Wasps' could have been an instant internet success if we weren't so busy avoiding the little bastards. (I f***ing hate wasps)



El Gremlo and El Numerico weren't afraid. Of course they weren't, thems some damn hardcore mexican wrestlers. They were just busy during the day that's the only reason they waited until nightfall to show their handsome selves.



With some very rare footage here, we see the Luardos boys having a rare moment of kinsmanship in a rave situation. Lovely to see.



Lambibal Lecter joined in on the action and decided that Chianti would not do as a lubricant for his recently devoured burrito (oddly veggie) and instead opted to imbibe lager in order that he may aide his deglutition.



Sarah pulled som green bloke. Whatevs.

(not really)



After the anarchic degradation of the previous night, Simon was left feeling a little worse for warewolf and more than a little confused. Had this really happened? Where was he and where was everyone else?



...and what the hell had those damned wasps done to Jesus H-vans tyres? Punctured two of his little padders with their poisonous bum-spears. Mark my words wasps your pointless existence will come to an end soon and the corpse of one of your fallen chieftains that I found in my can of pop is just a harbinger of things to come.



Sorry. Anyway, it was a great festival and everyone loved it. We will definitely be back next year. OH FO SHIZZLE!!!

Wednesday 4 August 2010

Camp Bestival


It was Wednesday the 28th of July and the eight intrepid burritoistas travelled down to Wool in Dorset for the eagerly anticipated Camp Bestival festival. The crew dem included two spanking new members in the shape of Matt and John 'The Brizzle boys'


Our pitch, situated in the family field, was a long long way from the real action, but we ploughed into our preparations with gay abandon. After a fairly chilled out day of lime juicing, tin foil ripping and other necessary tasks the nefarious Luardos gang headed to the pub for a spot of dindins. The calm before the storm was in full effect.


After a fairly slow start to the day a queue soon grew. Coinciding with the amazing insect circus performance two doors down from us. Human sized insects spinning around, attacking each other and puting the frighteners up the children obviously sewed the hunger seed into everyone's bellies


The queue was expunged, which gave us a little time for some arts and crafts...


...even El Gremlo got in on the action


Then, out of nowhere, new boy John pulls out all the stops and enters Jesus H-van in this crazy get up. Our main man Ganesha representing hard. Removing fruit from the fridge and enabling a delicious Jug O' Pimms (TM)



The standard, having been firmly set, was then immitated by the other dedicated followers of facepaint


The light started to fade on what was another delightful festival experience and the raindrops glistened on the roof of the big top. The Luardos lads and gals packed up and readied themselves for the big off


"On the road again, I just can't wait to be on the road again..." (whistle to close)


psst! see y'all at 'Standon Calling'.

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