I remember actively trying to fall asleep at a Tori Amos gig. Probably not the worst thing, but it's the one that sprung to mind.
Pulling a fat chick and sobering up enough to realise my mistake after it was too late :@
Isle of Wight festival.
Like locking yourself outside your house for the weekend, then passing the time by watching VH1 through the front window, and occasionally walking half an hour to an off licence to pay £50 for 4 tins of Carling. In the pissing rain.
Leicester.
It's not that bad 🙁
Comedowns are the worst part of a good time.
I'm afraid it is, or certainly was. I've made a conscious effort not to return for the last 12 years!
That boite in Maputo..... I should have asked for my money back....
The thermos flask museum in Delsbo, Sweden was slightly disappointing. Especially as it was closed the day we were there.
