it's festival time

Ah, that time of year again. My love for music festivals has stayed with me from that very first day when V Festival used to be in Warrington (!), through Phoenix, Reading, Glastonbury... and on to foreign fields.

This time it's Hurricane, and I feel a little bit like I'm 16 again. That is - unprepared. I went to Phoenix to see Neil Young, with only a 2 man ridge tent, some crisps, and about 6 blackcurrent hooch. Which smashed all over my clothes. Best weekend ever.

Now I live in Hamburg, I don't have any of my camping kit with me at all, so I'm traveling light! No camo-netting, no tarps, no 80 pints of real ale, no coal, no wood, no axe, no goretex. That's all for next week in Glasto. But still - should be good... I will update you!

p.s. - this is probably my first ever real blog post. get me.