The V Festival. I love it. Especially when 80,000 people all decide to queue on the M54 as I'm driving to Wales for the weekend making us miss last orders by 15 minutes.
Hippy bastards, can't they just buy the CD?
Anyway, Wales at the weekend was nearly a complete success. I climbed snowdon, drank Gin & Tonic and performed both my Welsh-Welsh accent and my Welsh-Indian accent with glee.
The Photos
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