| Festival festismal |
[Jul. 4th, 2006|01:36 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
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Ok Roskilde::: Was Roskilde::: about 100.000 drunken teenagers and not really my cup of tea. But anyways I got to se Happy Mondays and that’s about the only thing I care about. Bez lives!!! Morrissey sucked, (for me at least). When he was going on stage they played Jobriath and that was just about the highlight of the concert. He only played new material with the exception of Panic, How Soon Is Now and *vomit* Girlfriend In A Coma (the lyrics to that song, like, you know, they say nothing to me about my life…) and people went crazy at Irish Blood, English Heart and what that’s all about? (Trendhorer!) (At least he speared me from There Is A Light.) :::Well oh my and a bu-hu::: Scissor Sisters where genius as always, fantabulousness for ever. Guns N Roses where Axl in a vest, pure entertainment in other words. And Goldfrapp, well she never even came, so you owe me Alison!! I did very little exploration but I didn’t really have to, time passed. The tent thing worked out and we ended up heaving a really good place to live, so goody. Eh, so went home today, pissed of Charlotte because I don’t like her boyfriend, so the last part of the journey was even more yukkie than spending time with a couple, and shearing a tent with them. Inger Elise saved me from having to go make (yish) new festival friends. I don't think I'd like that. NEVER AGAIN!!! And all luggage from Kastrup airport is detained there so my backpack is not in the same country as me, hopefully it will get here in two or three days. I bought some wicked false-lashes, a white tutu and a cool army-hat that makes me look totally nazi even though it’s east German so I need my backpack! I also want back my sub-humans shirt and sleeping bag and new fucking pantyhose. Never again Roskilde, next year I want to go somewhere goth.
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