Bloodstock – Saturday 13.08.2011 – Part 1 – Hangover
The incoherent ramblings of noisy neighbors who hadn’t gone to sleep, woke me up. A bolt of fear struck my subconscious as I rattled through yesterday’s antics in a flash. Fortunately, I hadn’t forgotten anything (well at least anything of significance) - nothing bad had happened, and so my brief moment of anxiousness ended just as quickly as it began.
My head was pounding, so I reached for my water and washed down two painkillers. I once again made good use of the plastic pint pot/toilet, then brushed my teeth and got dressed. I should have gone back to sleep, it was way too early and my body needed more time to recover, but I instead got up deciding it was a good idea to take pictures of last nights aftermath (there was nothing to see, everything had been cleaned up).
A thin fog eerily floated just above ground level. It was cold. I walked around in a haze not really knowing what to do with myself. I bought a coffee and sat down staring at my cup as steam rose from it. Some bearded bloke sat opposite me looking as if he too had endured a rough night. I wondered if a similar thought process had led him to the same place and decision. The gothic and strangely dressed waking past the café, threw a surreal feeling over my already confused state of mind.
I finished my coffee, and headed towards the New Blood tent dragging my feet behind. I found a place to sit down out of the way, and flicked through Saturday’s running order to see who was on first. A band called Bludvera; shit name I thought.
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