lins-a-sylum

ugh. all his comments make me feel angrier rather than soothed.

I wouldve asked for a fucking refund, if i could have been arsed queueing again at the box office. D'ya think we can ask for some now?

I left at 6pm, utterly defeated by navigating around queue after queue, not being able to fight nearer stages and having to put up with twats trying to steal drinks i'd had to wait an hour and a half for.

a waste of time and money. not even the prospect of headliners made me stay a minute longer. and all the pubs nearby were full of people with the same stories.
x

its inca kola. very much like irn bru, only yellowy, and with FAR FAR FAR much more sugar. mixed with booze it is absolutely lethal.

Too right.
ah the memories of aberdonian streets, blurry eyes, legs in hangover footweary swamps going out for bru fix. shame when i moved to the land of eng that it is sometimes tufffff to get hold of. local uni costcutter has it in spades though. cant wait for the FF covers. this really will make the girls disco dance.