Tuesday 30 August 2011

LEEEEEEEEDS

mmmm,

Pitching a tent among a sea of cretins and living in squalor for 3 days to see a handful of decent bands play shortened sets isn't my idea of a good time.

Perhaps i'm biased on the hygeine front due to OCD but there's no way i could enjoy a festival if a pint glass full of piss hit me. And it's apallling that anyone should deem throwing pints of piss acceptable craic. For that reason alone, i couldn't go. Don't tell me that's what happens at a festival because i'm not interested. There's simply no excuse.

The Offspring highter up the bill than Deftones? Muse playing again? Yawn.

You can keep it.

Nor but mate, you can swap your warm cans for cold cans of Carling.

Right so i've got Carling. Which is shit. And everyone is still a dick. Mint.

Wank yourselves silly to Muse.

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