StokeFest

Nursing a team hangover from Jim's party on Saturday we set off for StokeFest. I've been year in, year out for the last 4 years and it's got pretty massive. Usually I'd have headed straight for the rasta tent and got some bad boy bass dobo action going on, but frankly, I felt rough as a badger's arse, so settled for laying in a less crowded bit next to the raison d'etre tent. I don't think I was the only one who couldn't face the monster stokefestivallers. Saying that, although we didn't party hard we did enjoy icecream, the cracking stalls (I bought an egg cup made of plastic soldiers and nick & Pas got a Proper peruvian knitted hoody), baloons for matilda and the colourful people around us.