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September 01, 2005
A lot of Fusstival over nothing
And yet again it seems as though I can’t do anything right. However, there are many benefits to this frequent practice, one of which is that I’m getting really rather good at it. Though, quite frankly, I’m just not getting the recognition that I deserve.
I could list many recent examples, citing such evidence as the scrambled neurons of my brain, the terrifying tragedy of my finances, and even the careless misplacement of my job. But I won’t do that. Instead, I shall regail you with tales from backstage at Reading.
Verily, it was a land of marked contrast to the arena “out front”. And this wasn’t just as a result of the apparent generation gap. Oh no. Instead of the standard fayre of mediocre greasy festival catering, there was an endless supply of luxurious food served on large silver platters by many many buxom wenches. Whereas the arena was flooded with Carling branded fizzy-piss lager-substitute, backstage we were drenched by free flowing waterfalls of champagne. And any much-noted fashion dilemas or disasters were entirely avoided by the removal of all clothes, as everyone cavorted naked in a writhing pile of carefree lust. And all the while musical deities imparted to us mortals their insights into the arcane secrets of musical genius. All well and good you may think, but as it transpired, the velvet padded toilet seats had a fundamental design flaw.
To those of you that were not privy to this backstage utopia, rest assured that you were among a select group of people of exceptional calibre that I also didn’t invite in. Indeed, I myself am honoured that anyone would think that I would have been able to blag them in as well, as unfortunately Mr Mean Fiddler has an entirely differing opinion of my importance.
In fact, I could have benefited from some allies to give me a hand on the Friday. I had assumed that the last thing I’d have wanted want would have been more competition. However, it turns out that Brandon Flowers can really run very fast. So perhaps I did make an error of judgement, after all.
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MT-Blacklist:
Dark Rum (4 parts), Kahlua (1 part), double shot espresso coffee,
2 scoops chocolate ice cream, spices to taste (cinnamon, cardamon, nutmeg),
40mg crushed Prozac.
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