My first ever UK music festival. Three Days of Rock. Or rather, Mud. I finally learned the true value of the gumboot. And discovered that festivals and fashion sense do not necessarily go together.
I stock up on knitted beanies in every city I visit. I have tanties when facing more than a day without a decent cuppa.
I get excited about pot plants (the boring sort).
But I don't care how young you are - those bicycles are Stressful Dude. Whatever happened to a good ole roaring engine and tooting horn to warn blind pedestrians like me that they're about to be run over?!