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Here are the wellies just waiting to be tried on!
It was great fun chatting to people at the festival and also having the opportunity to be involved in something that's working for a good cause - people literally couldn't believe that all they had to do was hand over their festival muddied shoes and we'd give them a brand new pair of wellies. Woop!
But it wasn't all work...
Oh no, we had time for some eating, drinking exploring and, of course, for some bands and dancing!
|Dancing like a loon...|
|Dress (£5 in sale) and sunnies: H&M, hairband: bought in San Fran on honeymoon. Pal: Dave|
|Neil and I comparing massive wine bottle sized hands...|
|Two Door Cinema Club. And people.|
|The Strokes. I die. Mr Scribbler was forewarned that if I didn't come home it was because I'd run off with Fabrizio Moretti, AKA one of the finest men EVER.|
|Liam slept all the way through the Beady Eye set. They were better than I expected.|
|The Arctic Monkeys. Also better than expected and Alex Turner got hot too! Score. Basically music festivals turn me into a perv.|
|The Foo Fighters. Honest. No, really!|
|I suspect U 100%, absolutely can beat a burger...especially their burgers.|
|Mr Mankini. Tell your eyes I'm sorry. They say a problem shared is a problem halved though. So, by rights, for everyone of you who sees this, my eyes will gradually heal. Yes, I realise I'm the one who took a picture of it.|