I ended up going to The Secret Garden Party- a festival where no one knows who the fuck is playing. Its more about the arts and the food, and taking too many drug cocktails and having "Experiences". My cousin and flatmates (same girl) experience was breaking her tibia (an ankle bone) and then carrying on dancing on it for three nights in a row before getting it put in plaster. HARDCORE.
I was there as a Fluffer to Rob the Boy-- who was hard at work- (next post is to show his flyer-- my flyer / his flyer / you get my drift) - previewing his show for the Edinburgh fringe in the theatre tent. So i got a free ticket, and no real job to do, except to populate the tent in fancy dress from midnight to 6am, as to add atmosphere.
Anyway.. so here are some photos from then.
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Ceridwen making the giant skull...------------------------------
Rob the Boy and Jenny the flatmate/cousin (before ankle incident) unconciously striking some cool cat poses.-----------------------------------------------
Rob the Boy all dressed up for the Nocturnium. Makeup = awesome, although non-hayfever-proof.
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