It was a rainy festival day, mud instead of hay, slips instead of egg and spoon races. Fooled by a temporary sunshine, pressurized by my dearest readers, I got my ticket on the door, desperate to have fun. First, The Horrors - album of the year, attitude of a lifetime. It started raining and, being not quite impressed by their latest production, I was not carried away. But I will not be moaning as I proceeded to tent number three of four to see what I was hoping to be my highlight.
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