the best, i always took the piss out of it saying it was full of posh cunts and hippys, bollox. the best/only real festival in the world. only saw 5 bands in 4 days but it has fuck all to do with the music!
out my box, ona hill in the rain should never be so much fun. thanks to every one who sorted me tickets/passes/gear, your all the best.
props to Tannen for blaggin it in with now wellies,money,change of clothes,tent,sleeping bag,wash stuff or fuck all eles, just a fred perry and skinny jeans and still ended up the worst mess of all of us(even if it did take 3 days to find us.) oh and gettin a first in the prosess.
stu for keepin up with me (nearly ;)) and all ways going on my mad walks, and back flips in the mud!
Joe for just being a funny cunt all weekend and sticking to the booze, proud of ya!!! and shiting in posh tents!!!
the bride and groon (did that happen?)

Geoge for havin it, and being well quick ta pull a chair on some one, even tho i am not sure we needed to.

Aaron for playinging the axe at glasto,(my new clame to fame)

Jak for dumping every ones rider in to the crowd, made it a fucking mad gig! and for trying new things. i think he has made a new friend with the 4th letter of the alpherbet!!

jeanie, as ever for just being you and you mary popins style pockets, (is there ever anything you dont have?)

and Lou and her friends for babysittin me one night when the loud metal trees made me all upset and i nearly got bummed in the gay bar.
and all the rest who made last week in to one of the best ever.
i wish heaven was like glasto, just with less mud and no kiaser cheifs!!!

time to go to rehab
xxx