Then Big Chill. Happiness. I love The Big Chill. It is literally a…duh… big chill. After slagging off my mate for bringing some raggedy arse tent that was ‘as thin as a tissue’, I soon forgave him when the sun graced us with it’s glowing bottom. I am glad I didn’t win the ‘let’s just sleep in the car’ argument. Everybody is lying down by the main arena on blankets, sleeping; the atmosphere is calm and relaxed, people just hanging round (for some reason most of them are painted blue) eating crumpets. In fact I think most people are in their pyjamas the entire time.
So my new favourite thing is this tent called IGLOO. It is basically an igloo shaped tent with screens surrounding the inner walls to the inside of the dome, amazing music and pretty inspirational concept- although- listen- I’m not great with geeky technological terminology but it was impressive.
Cider and sleeping at gone 4am.
The next morning was blissful, I have jerk chicken for my breakfast and fall asleep on the grass to Morcheeba. Whilst I’m here I let all the ghastly memories of bumping into my 17 year old brother and the way he has managed to let himself look like he works on the Waltzers fade away, I see the positive side and am grateful that at least I not the big sister of his mate who looks like he has taken two handfuls of nettles and grazed them over his eye sockets. Hives- not a good look.
Highlights: Igloo, Metromony, Shlomo, M.I.A and a triple chocolate brownie.
Car journey home was listening to Flight Of The Conchords.
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