spent last weekend at the inaugural camp bestival in dorset. ’twas lovely.
got the kids trained up to stay up late and gave them ear defenders so they could see the likes of Chuck Berry (still amazing at 250 years old!), Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip (lots of effin language that i’m just waiting for sam to use at nursery), The Flaming Lips (moll wants to be in the band when she grows up and i’ve decided not to commit myself to any church until wayne coyne gets ordained) and loads of others.
camping with the kids was more fun than i thought too, if a little more complicated (my new definition of grim is waiting in line for a festival bog with a full potty to empty – i think you know what i’m saying).