Truck and pissed dancing

My stomach muscles wince when i laugh at the moment, because they exerted themselves with too much laughter at this years Truck Festival and wore themselves out. Amazing scenes.

Highlights were not only playing to a decent crowd at the barn stage at 10am, seeing the crowd almost scarily flood in to see us when we strummed our first chords, and enjoying the whole playing truck experience despite all of us having a wrecked head each, but also, moments of enjoyment went as thus:

The pissed dancing to Ash - WILD SURF!! - and pissed dancing to Britpop in the village pub tent until 2:30am; seeing alphabet backwards storm stage main and make everyone happy - the pissed dancing went along with this, and yes it was only 1pm; seeing Stornoway become oxford legends; getting angry at the fact We Aeronauts were not on the bill; remembering meeting Mark Hamilton from Ash immediately after their show but being too shy to say anything since he's from the band who were my boyhood heroes; the broken glasses on the floor; DOGS IN 1930's CLOTHING and the impromptu BBC Oxford interview; warm hugs from someone you dont want to let go of, ever; arguing with Mark from the Gullivers about Ash: ''why aren't you dancing!!'' I ask ''because they are fucking shit!'' replies Mark;

Being happy in the country air in the fields 2 miles from where you grew up, the summer, the summer. Say goodbye to the last days of summer and i'm waiting here for you...(because lets face it, Truck won't be topped until it comes around again next year)

Love x