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Twas Cafe Tango, the Greenpeace Soul Mates tent.
The weather was great, I dunno what anyone's on about. If you go camping and park your tent at the bottom of a sun=baked valley, you deserve everything you fucking get in my not so humble opinion.
I was on HIGH GROUND, baby! And I loved that storm, my mushrooms approved wholeheartedly.
Couldn't be arsed to go see most of what I wanted too, though. Bloc PArty were good, but a bit of a bummer being knee deep in ooze. I ended up checking the Jazz World mostly, cos I had a perfect view from where we were camped. Have to say, Roots Manuva were fucking ACE. And I enjoyed the Wailer's, old Luddite that I am.
Missed MIA though, gutted. John Peel stage was a refugee centre by the time I checked, so i assumed she was cancelled. But apparently not. SHIT.
Ah well. Made up for by Tori Amos. *Sigh* |
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