In fact the juxtaposition, in one single paragraph, of phrases like 'Cath Kidston tent', 'kids', 'croquet', 'yoga' and 'Lemon Jelly headlining', is still sending shivers of horror up my spine.
Which is, of course, why I've just purchased a ticket to the not-like-the-Big-Chill-at-all-honest Bestival festival on the Isle of Wight, on the 10th September. I'm not staying the night, though, so thankfully I don't have to invest in one of these. And you won't see me dead in anything like these. Inappropriate footwear will prevail! And I don't have any kids, thank Christ, so I won't have to worry about little Darcey and Jake's soiled nappies filthing up my iPod.
Shudder.
Pass me that bottle of water, I feel a bout of
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I was ranting over the boden catalogue with my sis the other day...bloody smug johnny bloody boden, whimsically suggesting i fork out eighty five quid for a cardigan...
Ohh, thanks bella (thanks for the email too)! But oh nooooo, that's exactly when I'll be wending my way to Ally Pally to see Nick Cave. Hmm, maybe I can stop off at Borders on the way, quickly pull the boy Barratt (maybe by drugging him, or something) and drag him to the Nick Cave gig with me. That would be a highly successful Thursday evening.
And a big welcome to surlygirl (nice blog, btw - made me laugh within seconds of arriving, which is always good). Yup, Johnnie Boden will be first against the wall come the revolution. Wearing nothing but a pair of blue floral wellingtons.
I am thoroughly loving The Mighty Boosh and so, astonishly, is Mr C. But I'm not in love with anyone yet. Except possibly The Man in the Moon. But still not enough to make it to Borders. How are you Bella? Haven't seen much of you recently.
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