Dear Milli
Caught up with an old Geordie friend, and lay on the grass, chatting and munching, while enjoying a pint. Glorious weather. Spent a lot of the afternoon hanging out in an old 70's tent, sitting on a sofa, drinking Bacardi & Red Bull, and trying to save a ladybird from a chewing gum incident, while listening to obscure tunes being strummed away on a Spanish guitar.
The early hours were spent in the Cow Shed nightclub, and the padded cell. Met some weird & wonderful folk, from all walks of life. Many hugs and compliments were shared around. Met an American dude who looked remarkably like Woody Harrelson*. I lent him my bear hat, that was sweated on profusely... but hey, it looked good on him.
So, there was much dancing to be done... but bed time slowly came around at about 5am... but could I sleep? No chance! I could hear the music all night, so tried to stay as still as poss., so Uli could at least get 40 winks.
* Did you know that his full name is Woodrow. Is that a reasonably common name in the States? And... he's only 5'9" - I thought he seemed taller.
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