'From Messy to Stupid'
Greetings from Pennard Hill. I'm writing this sat beside the fire at base camp because, quite simply, I can't be arsed to drag my sorry bones down to the office. Yesterday afternoon I saw Doves on the Pyramid Stage (class act, boys) and, as a result, made the decision to treat myself to an evening off from roving and reporting and thought I'd catch a couple of bands.
	Hitting the Pyramid Stage at 9pm for Faithless I phone some friends to try and get them over. They're having none of it and after a brief exchange I find myself being dragged over to the Smirnoff Experience to see Carl Cox instead. Conclusive proof, if ever it were needed, that 'I Am The Weak'. After a couple of hours though, I tire of Coxy's sharp beats relentlessly hammering away at my skull and seek solace somewhere a bit quieter. Oh alright, I'm completely shagged and can't handle it anymore. Wandering the Healing Fields I have a look at what's available with a view to coming back on Sunday for a full-body, back and front, naked massage. Ok, well maybe some Shiatsu at least.
Dodging and weaving through the crowds, I just can't seem to find what I'm after. Maybe it's my present state. Ahem-hem. Making my way back down the main drag I see Joe Bananas kicking it out as usual, Geoff grinning away zipping between customers. Nice to see some things never change. Radio 1's mini-pyramid (very impressive) is going absolutely berzerker, they've really got it together, their lighting rig can be seen from all over site. Thing is; the fine weather has left us with no cloud cover at night and it is bloody freezing. Sod this, I'm going back to camp. When I return, the fire is going a treat and I sit from midnight until 6am talking utter codshit with my extended family. Sometime after midnight the firework display in the stone circle begins and we all gape skywards, it's no piddly little display either, and ends in real breathtaking style. In drips and drabs, members of the commune arrive back from their evening's entertainment in varying states. Then the fun really begins. I eventually go to bed after sunrise, exhausted, strung out and dizzy. Now here I sit, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere at camp, tapping into a portable device which I will email to the office and then pop down in a while to sort out. The only dilemma now is whether to go back to bed for a while or go for a mooch. Hmm, bed wins for a while, I think. Conclusive proof; I Am The Weak... Words and pictures: Stalker