Saturday, 19 September 2009

Glade Festival Memories

6am in a dance tent on sunday morning (having been dancing since approx 5pm the previous day), me and a close friend look around to see that literally everyone around us was a mess. Not puking in doorways, staggering home kind of mess. Gibbering, twitching, shuffling, dribbling mess. "It's like being in a fucking zombie film," he says.

roll on Glade 2010!

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