I went to the 'Across The Tracks' Festival in Leeds last weekend. I was going to take some photos and put the on here, and the captions...well, the captions were going to be a work of art. They were going to be humurous, but heartfelt, relating not only to the events of the festival but also linking them to greater themes such as the Middle East, overpopulation and that whale that swam up the Thames then died. They would have been a guiding beacon for the world in these troubled times, and could have earned a Nobel prize for comedy or at least a contract with BBC3 or E4. However, I forgot my phone, so that's that knackered.
One of the groups was The Magic Numbers. Their music's OK, but I think the main reason I like them is because they, like me, are fat. It's great seeing fellow fatties make it. It's like being in a POW camp and hearing about escapees. Good for them.
I'v also got round to adding some favourite SGs. I feel a bit creepy and sleazy doing this, almost as if it's a small step to lurking outside buidings and night vision goggles and restraining orders.
RIP Arthur Lee
One of the groups was The Magic Numbers. Their music's OK, but I think the main reason I like them is because they, like me, are fat. It's great seeing fellow fatties make it. It's like being in a POW camp and hearing about escapees. Good for them.
I'v also got round to adding some favourite SGs. I feel a bit creepy and sleazy doing this, almost as if it's a small step to lurking outside buidings and night vision goggles and restraining orders.
RIP Arthur Lee
Nice choices, BTW.