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YOU MISSED OUT. nuff said. going to festivals with intentions of photo journalism is not my forte'. im way too musically inclined than i am photography, to be canceling out dance sessions to catch out a few memorable moments, so forgive the lack of "kodak" moment images. with nine hours of dancing under mine and traceys belt, i sure as hell hope my next weigh in is mad impressive. after about twenty minutes of being there i already swapped outfits - well took my shirt off and threw on a vest actually. dozen's of fear for my lives, as you do when your 5'7 and dancing behind 6ft men and them being way too excited *memorys from parklife start to flood back* and then being dance molested by a dude way too keen to sing shaggy in my ear haha. there were alcohol busts, a serious amount of marijuanna, baby mama fist fights, and just a whole lotta ish that can't even come to mind right now. the musical performances were ridiculous! - as to be expected. their bands, and solo's were just, amazing is an understatement and take that however you will. hope everyones weekend was extra good! i have a semi-busy week coming up, fucking awesome! + a hi and hello, thanks for the follow to the four new followers i gained! im not sure why blogger has a follow feature, seeing as this is mostly a pursuit for life documentation, than for actual social content. but i do appreciate your interest's and nice comments you leave me :) scope out my flickr --> here for some extra insight. xo