Monday, June 28, 2004

Pick up your feet, fall in, move out. We're going to a party way down South.

Just back from Glasto. Well actually I got back around two hours ago - the intervening time has been spent with me soaking away the mud in the tub.

How bad was the mud? Pretty bad. How good was the festival? Pretty good.

Right now I'm knackered. I'll post more fully tomorrow.

Night all.

Love, light and peace,


I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware. I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care.