The worst festival ever.
All I get is a needle mark and the wrist band has my name, address and d.o.b as if I was going to get lost… pfft.
End of the road festival was a bit of a fail. I had a root canal at the dentist on Wednesday and ended up with an infection which made me pretty sick. Ended up in A and E with a cocktail of drugs being fed into my hand on a drip.
I missed Beirut! And Mogwai! *cries*
You can all feel sorry for me now.
P.s. But Matt looked after me lots (and lots). He is the bestest person ever. :-)
