Shitting hell. What a weekend. Two awesome gigs in two days. I can't say exactly what happened at Glasto, but feel free to quiz us when you see us. We did meet Michael Eavis's vet though. Old Eavis has 300 cows. Entertaining when Jay Z isn't playing in your back garden i guess.
Thanks to this guy. He helped us get a load of friends in. When he didn't have a spliff hanging out of his mouth, or dreads, he was awesome help.
Also this little hottie fed us and told us about her love for Klaxons. Gotta love her...
Glostenbury was random as hell. Bristol was cool. Everyone at the Feckla made us at home, and then staying at a youth hostel with Ali (a man who clearly knows how to fuck) and sleeping in a room with 8 random guys was.... an experience. Let's just say women are amazing. Guys, shower. We just came back from Glastonbury and smelt like Agnes Dean's pillow compared to you...
Sorry about the lack of gig photos, but it's a combination of lack of batteries and effort. Life goes on. Feel free to send us any you have..
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