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Chrismpw's letters from a festival

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T'Pau... Not bad. .... Their one hit.

Earlier a cracking young trio, their set ruined, as is traditional, by THAT person who turns up to talk/shout loudly through it. You wanna talk? There's plenty of outside ffs.
 
Not bothered about the evening 's headline band, "skating for girls" or whatever I chose to go to the comedy tent next to the bars that still weren't doing much business.

From what I could hear above the monotonous thumping coming from the distant dance tent, where it appears some teenager had taken control and turned the bass and treble controls to eleven, the compare at the comedy was very good. Brilliant, witty, spontaneous interaction with the audience.

The next act came on, a thirty something bloke giving the bird with each hand to tell us how sexy he was and tried making people laugh with liberal use of the f word and tales of his sexual conquests. No doubt his mates think him hilarious - trouble was none of them were there.

I went outside to get a better listen to the dance track, which to my ears hadn't changed in the last half hour. Eventually the next comedian came on, introducing herself hilariously as both a feminist and a lesbian and started effing and blinding through her sexually explicit misandristic material.

Yay. Humour eh?

At this, point my bottle of wine called me back to the van where some friends were sat around a fire pit. A great way to end an evening - especially when the curfew put an end to the ruddy dance tent!
 

Not bothered about the evening 's headline band, "skating for girls" or whatever I chose to go to the comedy tent next to the bars that still weren't doing much business.

From what I could hear above the monotonous thumping coming from the distant dance tent, where it appears some teenager had taken control and turned the bass and treble controls to eleven, the compare at the comedy was very good. Brilliant, witty, spontaneous interaction with the audience.

The next act came on, a thirty something bloke giving the bird with each hand to tell us how sexy he was and tried making people laugh with liberal use of the f word and tales of his sexual conquests. No doubt his mates think him hilarious - trouble was none of them were there.

I went outside to get a better listen to the dance track, which to my ears hadn't changed in the last half hour. Eventually the next comedian came on, introducing herself hilariously as both a feminist and a lesbian and started effing and blinding through her sexually explicit misandristic material.

Yay. Humour eh?

At this, point my bottle of wine called me back to the van where some friends were sat around a fire pit. A great way to end an evening - especially when the curfew put an end to the ruddy dance tent!
scouting for girls you mean teach ??
 
Not bothered about the evening 's headline band, "skating for girls" or whatever I chose to go to the comedy tent next to the bars that still weren't doing much business.

From what I could hear above the monotonous thumping coming from the distant dance tent, where it appears some teenager had taken control and turned the bass and treble controls to eleven, the compare at the comedy was very good. Brilliant, witty, spontaneous interaction with the audience.

The next act came on, a thirty something bloke giving the bird with each hand to tell us how sexy he was and tried making people laugh with liberal use of the f word and tales of his sexual conquests. No doubt his mates think him hilarious - trouble was none of them were there.

I went outside to get a better listen to the dance track, which to my ears hadn't changed in the last half hour. Eventually the next comedian came on, introducing herself hilariously as both a feminist and a lesbian and started effing and blinding through her sexually explicit misandristic material.

Yay. Humour eh?

At this, point my bottle of wine called me back to the van where some friends were sat around a fire pit. A great way to end an evening - especially when the curfew put an end to the ruddy dance tent!

I bloody HATE amateur comedy at festivals. Literally no one is funny haha.
 

Two very decent bands today - YouTube not really doing justice to their live presence and showmanship:

Folk On


Rusty Shackle
 
The next act came on, a thirty something bloke giving the bird with each hand to tell us how sexy he was and tried making people laugh with liberal use of the f word and tales of his sexual conquests. No doubt his mates think him hilarious - trouble was none of them were there.

Eventually the next comedian came on, introducing herself hilariously as both a feminist and a lesbian and started effing and blinding through her sexually explicit misandristic material.

The next up was a older male comedian who started talking about how women always order drinks that have multiple words in them: a blue-curacao infused gin gimlet with cucumber and cranberry splash. This guy really was quite funny.
 

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