In response to Raanraal's appeal for more of these threads.

At Reading. By a bar/burger stand. He was wearing a Mars Volta hoodie and had three friends. It was short, sweet and sexual. We were going to meet up again over the weekend, but he didn't follow my brilliant directions to our location before the Arcade Fire, and I got too drunk and forgot to find him after the Pixies. He seems like a thoroughly fine chap though, and didn't comment on my bright red face once. Which is to his eternal credit.