![]() Now, whilst I've attempted to follow it as attentively as possible, I can't be the only one who gets fucked off that if I so much as buy a pint of milk, frozen chicken or prophylactic, it's got bloody footballs on it! In fact, thus far the only Google search I've found that doesn't mention football is 'Zombie porn'. ![]() Of course, most years there is not a World Cup drowning out the festival static. Not to mention the multitude of acts appearing at Q-friendly festivals happening around the country for people who drive Vectra's and shop at Next. This year already, Donington's Download festival kicked off the season in truly triumphant fashion (ignoring the torrential rain on the Sunday, and the moron who though he'd piss on me during Rage Against The Machine) with coffin dodgers AC/DC and Aerosmith proving more than tough acts to follow for Sonisphere's chargers and Glasto headliners Gorillaz. Nauseatingly overused Monty Python references aside, for many of us the start of summer, and the festivals it brings with it, is one of few causes for genuine excitement and anticipation in an otherwise insipidly predictable year. well, two things! Or: rain, festivals, alcohol poisoning (etc, etc, hardy-bloody-ha-ha!). For anyone with even so much as a passing interest in music, it can only mean one thing: Rain and festivals. ![]()
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