Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Gone to Glasto...


If you need me in the meantime, though, I'll more than likely be propping up the Cider Bus. Which is pretty tame, really – especially when you consider that I spent last year's Glasto in a hospital bed, off my tits (sorry, tit) on morphine.

No rain dances, now...

1 comment:

TH said...

everyone knows you're back. We want another posting. x