after a 9 hour jaunt across the country and sum dodgy directions that took us to fucking Kent, at 11pm we pulled our bedraggled carcasses into Norfolk.
After some more faffing around and Tog declaring his horse-like unrination as the best wank he’s ever had, we were escorted onto the site of Antic Banquet by a friendly hippy.
A few hours passed.
We necked a few bevvys.
Played a storming gig. Drunk some more bevvys.
Around the fire Tog decided to swipe Doghouse’s megaphone and declare that he was in fact the Drug Squad, that this was a drugs bust and ordered everyone to pass their stash over. Then he started laughing like the best Batman Joker you can imagine.
All 30 people around the fire looked mortified and one freaked out lump of a man realised what happened and decided to dive head first into Tog, who was perched on a log looking like a smug rat, taking him clean onto his back and the lumps missus decided to jump on too, like a Pile-On from school days.
Then, the mad boggle-eyed burger flipper from the vegan stall appeared from nowhere and swiped Doghouses leather Cod Piece from his crotch... pulled it right off, bell-a-jingling and lobbed it straight into the fire. Doghouse squawked and pulled out the withered Cod only to burn his manky orange fingers with a sizzle.....
The rest of the night consisted of Doghouse screamin at Boggle Eye and Tog nodding like the Churchill Dog in the background.
2 hours kip in various ridiculous places we all reconvened and headed off to Waveform...
Waveform was a collection of manky dreadlocks, UV piercings, 800k soundsystems, acid, poi (cunts), and about 400 djs all playing the same song for a whole weekend.
Sicknote were billed for 4am.
It was now like 8pm and the band looked rough as fuck. old. withered. grey. and well, just like they needed to fuck off home to bed really!
After a bowl of lentil slop and a wheat free germ free gluten free sunflower seeded piece of bread each, the band reclined in the buddha lounge... the festivals chill out area... which was surrounded by 5 arenas of bangin Psy Trance that rendered any relaxation completely impossible.
the hours passed and the beers flowed and Sicknote took to the stage 4am on the dot. played an hour of mainly improvised shit and then eveyone said lets fuck off home...
Tommy declared: “i’ve been spiked!!!”
to be continued...
see you at the Monkey BAr next Friday and Bristol Festival on Sunday
we down Glo for a few beers tonight if you;re about.
keep it sick