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Roving Friday
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I'm not an old whinge bag, am I?
I don't think I am. In an attempt to convince you of this I'll state for the record that today I am very happy indeed. They said it was going to rain and it didn't, on the contrary it's been a very nice sunny day. And that makes me smile. So what's been going on today then? Well, let's see...
After a considerably better night's sleep I rise and begin my quest to write a little bit less than I did yesterday. Oh and to check out the sights and sounds of the World's Favourite Festival too (God, that sounded bad). And let's start with the sights; how about a bunch of wierdos called 'Bicyclette'? Their name's not the only thing about them that makes you back off a couple of feet. They're all dressed up like a bunch of waiters blitzed off their faces on 500 mikes of Sandoz's best. And they like to go around dusting things (whether they need it or not). In fact, one of them approaches me and attempts to tidy my face with her lurid green feathery thing seconds after dusting a great big plastic pig's knackers with it. Gerroff me, woman...
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I politely decline their offer of yellow smarties on the grounds that they look like they've been handled by several people before me (all of whom probably picked them up, stared at them for a moment and then put them back).
Making a sharp exit I head for the Other Stage to watch The Bloodhound Gang. And what a treat it is.
If I were them I would be extremely proud of getting almost the entire Under-12 population of Britain (and probably the States) to sing "Put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts" at the breakfast table and cause Daddy to spit a wide arc of multi-grain Cheerios across the kitchen. What an accomplishment. Hats off to you, fellas.
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Highlights of the set for me were Eastenders' Joe Absalom being dragged out from backstage to try bassist Evil Jared's 'Pepsi Challenge' (with Dr.Pepper; go figure) which involves consuming 24 cans of "piss warm Dr.Pepper" on stage while they do their set and not spew everywhere. He managed about four, the wuss. After a performance filled with lewdness frontman Jimmy Pop encourages us to 'Rock Out With Your Cock Out'. This culminates in Motley Crue's drummer, Pamela Lee Anderson's bloke and (rumour has it) owner of an enormous dick, Mr Tommy Lee, whipping it out on stage for all to see. I must say I couldn't see anything. My wife says it was massive but it didn't look anything special to me.
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More Sweetness and Smiles this way...
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