Back from Blue Rock....

Since the dawn of time man has fought against his ancient enemy….Mud. Deep brown, sludgy and right old pain in the arse when it comes to moving around a festival site, but especially irritating if you are blessed with a broken leg and a pair of crutches. It was then, quite a sight to see our bass-slapping man-beast hobbling around on a pair of sticks through acres of the sludgy brown stuff. Obviously it would be a sick person indeed who laughed at a drunken man on crutches repeatedly falling in the mud…So just call me Mr. Sicko…

Anyhoooo, a massive smackerooo to the lovely peeps who came along and supported BC as they battled against a 6pm start time(?!?), an ocean of mud, and a parade that was scheduled for exactly the same time. On top of this the set was cut short by two songs…but like weebles that wobble but never fall down, BC powered through to play a right old blinder of a gig.

Apologies for the lack of Mr Styles and Mr Sul in these photos, their chirpy little mugs shall be with us as soon as we have the next lot of photos and will appear in the next bulletin…. (Oh and abig TA to Lisa for letting me nick these off her Facebook without asking)...Oh hang on here's one of Styles doing what he does best...No, not that...

If you did make it to the Festy, then Massive Snogs and big Love…,but if not, then you can console yourself by attending GLO BAR, Churchill Way, this very Sunday, where BC join Rhythm Method for one of Tantrum’s Summer Sundaze!!

Oh yes FREE ENTRY and a night with BC what could possibly be any better eh?eh?
We can guarentee that if you do go you’ll be as happy as this…..

Oh, and I almost forgot to thank the absolutley bolloxed hippie chick that wandered over to our camp at 4 am hung about and then laid a large steaming shit right outside the door of my tent. I was so giddy with delight at having a steaming human feaces outside of my tent that the mud and hangover beame something of an irrelevance. God bless you hippy chick, it takes a lot of class to shit in public and baby...you got's it!

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