A roundup of Cleavers at Wickerman.
We manage to go 20 miles in the wrong direction, whilst we are getting our laminates Mike Skinner is behind us and looks gutted to be alive (we have that effect), Dan fucks up his wrist badly after falling onto the seatbelt clips, we have to park in the shitty parking, Dan and David cannot put a tent up, Craig can put a tent up, Camp Cleavers’ flag is of Jim Morrison, it attached to a fishing rod which is duct taped to a fence, we manage to escape food poisoning after BBQing frozen burgers with skewers as utensils, Danny’s guitars, leads and pedals fuck up during every song at Wickerman, his guitar strap then breaks, we eat more bad food and put the BBQ out with fruit juice, we avoid watching The View, we walk around, we see Texas, Dan and Craig sing along to every word whilst David has a look of mortal pain in his eyes, The View are now on top of a van singing at us, Craig is excited, we go to our tend and try to sleep whilst Mike Skinner plays very loud pish, we manage to not get rained on, we eat more bad food, we spend a lifetime queuing to get out.
Also from our weekend:
Car battery flattens, relationship breakups, tempers fly, good coffee, bad coffee, bloody arms, good bands, meeting lots of awesome people and being generally awesome.
