It starts on a grey summers morning. Myself, the Keepers & the Small One all packed into Snowy - our trusty little van - for a trip out to my first live music festival. Tribfest. No flying involved this time but a new horror was being introduced. They call it CAMPING. Talk on the way was of very exciting things. We had gold VIP passes for the weekend, so I was greatly looking forward to the full 5 star treatment. However, our suite turned out to be a nylon room, pegged to the ground. The toilet facilities were - err - basic to say the very least & the A La Carte was actually Off A Van. Nonetheless, we erected said tent (with the help of a mallet borrowed from Stan Laurel) whilst listening to
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