And just in time for Glasto as well, which to be fair descends into a Somme-like mire of cowshit and mud, complete with Trenchfoot and dodgy-food-van-related dysentery pretty much every other year.
Not that I’m jealous of those going.
Not even a little bit.
The sun is out!
Anyone fancy some tunes to celebrate?
The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella;
But chiefly on the just, because
The unjust hath the just’s umbrella .
Soggy out there isn’t it? And I’m off camping in it as well.
See you next week once I’ve dried out.