A summer (just)music festival was held at the Basin Reserve yesterday, and we were there.
All the music was hip-hop which is not my favourite stuff, though Sara is more accepting.
We did not arrive on the dot of 2pm, but spent the afternoon breaking the Lenten vow.
We arrived at the venue at 6-30, took in the scene and the vibe, queued for and drank over priced beer and foul chips.
Dizzee was good value, and we did know more of his stuff. Sara was in the middle of the crowd with the ‘youth’, while I held back and stood at the back, to be accused of an undercover police man. It was have been the combination of my age and his drug induced paranoia that lead him to that suspicion.
Wicked!
