23/08/2004
Music Festivals...
It's time for wellies, mud, and loud music. (Not for me, I hasten to add) But spogs around here are starting their preparations, which range from soaking ends of hair in purple dye, to seeing if all the tent poles are present and correct. Secret hoards of alcoholic beverages are also turning up in the most unlikely places...
The attraction of having your ears battered by discordant sounds whilst basking in a freezing-cold field knee deep in mud that smells of sewage and puke (just guessing!), is a complete mystery to me-
The hippie era passed me by- I was more of a young fogey- if such a thing is possible for a female to be.
OK, those of you who knew me back then can jolly well keep quiet about my fringed red suede mini skirt, and lime green (lime green?) lurex (lurex?!!!) almost there dress!
Love to all, and happy reading!
Susan
ps Youngest has just informed me that unless I supply her with a new pair of wellies she will get Trench foot- nuff said!
The attraction of having your ears battered by discordant sounds whilst basking in a freezing-cold field knee deep in mud that smells of sewage and puke (just guessing!), is a complete mystery to me-
The hippie era passed me by- I was more of a young fogey- if such a thing is possible for a female to be.
OK, those of you who knew me back then can jolly well keep quiet about my fringed red suede mini skirt, and lime green (lime green?) lurex (lurex?!!!) almost there dress!
Love to all, and happy reading!
Susan
ps Youngest has just informed me that unless I supply her with a new pair of wellies she will get Trench foot- nuff said!
