I now have a freshly broken ankle, courtesy of the delightful Polish driver who failed to stop after knocking me off my bike this morning. Honestly, they come over here, steal our jobs, break my ankle...
So I'll be enjoying my two summer holidays with the company of my two new best mates: crutchy 1 and crutchy 2, and their companion MassiveFuckOffPlastercast.
Seriously though, anyone been to Glastonbury on crutches before? Doable or not? And the same for Benicassim?