Oswestry today.
Eggsy was a bit confused in the morning.
He is wearing the Michael Jackson T shirt I gave him cause it doesn't fit me any more.
Eggsy was a bit confused in the morning.
He is wearing the Michael Jackson T shirt I gave him cause it doesn't fit me any more.
It was a sunny day, and we had a great space for a kick about. After two minutes some woman came out of one of the caravans and told us off for playing. She said her windows were worth 600 quid each. Lies.
So we decided to rip ourselves off and go to a pub to get a Sunday roast dinner.
There was nine of us so we had to get three cabs.
Billy had two courses for £9:99, with the 70s classic prawn cocktail to start followed by a beef dinner.
After another three taxis had taken us back Maggot and I went for a walk about the site.
He was really excited that "Booty Luv" were playing.
This is the main stage, we were going to be on it to warm up for Lemar who was playing after us and headlining.
Except these two women who were DJing to an empty room (we have all done it).
They loved the Maggot. I saw them later walking about by the main stage, they were battered and could hardly stand up.
We were having a great day, the sun was shining and Adam could wear his soccer thug on holiday shorts again.
Then after 40 minutes of buffeling and after the sun had set we finally made it onto the stage and smashed it.
We stayed over night to party and when I woke up in Newport at 9am Mike and Eggsy were still up. Mike was looking forward to falling asleep watching his favourite TV show "the Wright Stuff". Eggsy was looking forward to an "Ibiza Monday" which involves being unable to speak or move but unable to sleep.
It was a awesome weekend.