Tag Archives: 2012
002 – In The Swamp. IoW Festival 2012.
First Day. Arrival. Meeting the neighbours. The Stranglers. Primal Scream. First impressions. To get to the Isle of Wight you can take a hovercraft from Portsmouth. It shakes like a cheap shopping centre massage chair. Novelty value fades quickly. Especially … Continue reading
003 – In The Swamp – IOW Festival 2012
Second Day. Elbow. Australian piss fetishists. Depression. Escape from the festival. Recapture. Friday we went to see Elbow and Tom Petty. More Elbow than Tom Petty. The real festival started today. Day tickets were available, more fields and stalls opened. … Continue reading
004 – In The Swamp – IOW Festival 2012
Third Day (cont’d). Gazebo CUNT! Ryan’s trip. Recovery Day. Pootopia. Lucy flees. Another weird piss story. We read a lot during this time. When we returned from our walk, beaten, still quietly hungry, we sat ourselves in the tent and … Continue reading
005 – In The Swamp – IOW Festival 2012
Third Day (cont’d) Eddie returns. Ryan takes speed. Pearl Jam. Campsite thefts. Neighbourhood declares the festival a washout and a failure. Exodus. Ryan was still feeling the comedown. Eddie hadn’t shown yet. He was out there somewhere, past the … Continue reading
007 – In The Swamp – IOW Festival 2012
Last Day The wasteland after the party. Tale of a wellington boot. Going home. Ryan and Eddie’s review. I was up before Yuri and brushed my teeth. I felt industrious. Or at least, I felt like packing up and getting back as … Continue reading