Well the ‘hell and back’ is easy to explain. I went to a rave festival at the weekend. Okay so the atmosphere was very festival and very fun, but jesus I have never, ever felt so out of place, being the middle-class posh kid amongst a mosh pit of shirtless men and girls with their arses hanging out their shorts. But I camped, didn’t get lost, made a friend (although possibly at the expense of another – didn’t realise she was an ex – oops) and I’m still alive. So it’s not that bad, eh?
But the impending doom? Another festival this weekend. A rock festival, much more ‘me’. And in Poland, one of my favourite places. But there’s just that feeling, like any time you’re going far away, that all the worst imaginable things are going to happen. Something along the lines of taking something, and ending up in a Polish hospital with no health insurance. And I’m going with 3 friends – the best friends – but I can’t help feeling we’ll all want to kill each other after 6 days in such close proximity. But we shall see
So it’s nearly midnight here and I’ve gotta be up and on the road in 5 hours. Still on a coffee and a fag. Sleep time, I’ll post in a few days if I survive it…
Just Another Unique One 