Yep, its the day we arrived, Thursday and with booze and pot partaken of, we set off to have a wander around the site as the clouds got heavier and we got sozzled! It was a very wet evening but undeterred we sploshed around looking for .......... nothing really but we ended up in the Bimble Inn with your mother wanting more booze and a fag, typical. I was going along with it and supped I think our 3rd real ale and things really started to get out of hand, only joking.
This shot is of the Bimble Inn in full swing and the following is a devilish Mum on a mission!
More beer please, so now we are out of control and after a spot of dancing and when I could drag your Mum away from the dancefloor
We ran at a pace through the site under torrential rain after having forgotten to wear our coats or wellies and got back to the van drunk and drenched. Luckily the ground had not yet turned to mud otherwise I doubt we would have made it home in one piece.
I have exaggerated all the facts a little bit to make for better reading but I'm sure you get the idea. We had come to party and we were going to give it our best shot. I even had a hangover, only a small one, and the festival proper was not even started. We were going to have to pace ourselves or burn out too quickly.
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