Woke up at 7:30, went to bed at 2.30. Oh dear. As I has cunningly planned ahead I got on with wet-felting the bag. I think my arms fell off at one point. Stopped fir a rest, a banana and a cup of OJ as my body is craving vitimins and minerals after 2 days if festival food. More rolling, rubbing and thumping of felt. Also chppwd up some felt rolls into lityle peacick coloured beads. Stuck The Hobbit on the iPod and tried to teach myself to spin yarn with a drop spindle. Hmmmm. Practice us the only answer I fear.
Dragged Bry out if bed at 10, he made sausage sandwiches and tea. I do love him.
Earlier into the festival today. Goldie Lookin Chain up first for us. They definately have a sense of humour. From Newport, Wales to Newport, IoW – a but different. The Script were excellent, they hadn’t slept for 2 days apparently.
Pue and madh for lynch, Bry was quite happy with his, he even took a picture. Absolutely scorching by 2 in the afternoon. It was during this hour that we discovered that I’m a vampire as I was melting, and Bry us a lizard as he moves much faster in the sun.
Bass much higher in the mix today, which makes me a happier girl.
Sun went in at 5, just after Pigeon Detectives finished. They were good, then Simple Minds. Ah, the 80s. I’m so old. Excellent set. We discovered Bryon’s sunburn about then, we also discovered cake. Simple Minds reminded us both if being very drunk in the Top Rank in Southampton when we were teenagers. As far as I can work out Bryon wasn’t dancing around handbags, but I was.
The dad-dancers were our in force again, and Bez and Churchill were right next to he. I fear they are stalking us.
Atmosphere was sadly lacking for the Pixies, I think most of the mosh pit had no clue who they were, nor Neil Young. We decided to cut our losses and set off home before the cold really set in.
Back in the van I had a glass or wine or two, and we watched the ITV2 coverage of the festival with our feet up. Nice.
Bryon has sunburn, and can apparently “use the force” to play Sudoku on his psp even if I cover his eyes. On that giggly note I went to sleep