We’re all revving up for the festival season here in the anablog caverns. The vans been polished. Hats are being tried on, the jauntiness of angle perfected. Old sleeping bags are being unfurled and the empty crisp packets and other matter is being swept out of them. The tie dye arrived last night and the old tee-shirts of the years before are being vetted for credibility. Soon, soon, my friends. The elysian fields are calling, can you hear it?

Umm… Its actually quite away from the season. Months and months. Still tickets are being booked, holidays booked in work and camper vans are already nearly booked up. So some bastards excited.

I’m not, though. There are so many festivals this summer that its difficult to guage which ones to go for. If you haven’t got press passes that is. And lets face it, Bren’s never going to favour me with one of those. And so which ones? There’s the Electric Picnic, which is nearly always brilliant, but the defection of both Body & Soul and the Foggy Notions might leave it feeling flat. Both those teams are putting together there own events this year and with Latitude coming as well it might make for a busy summer. Oxygen can piss off if it thinks its getting a mention. Oh. Balls. Anyway, with big festivals on the continent like Roskilde being cheaper and boasting an unbelievable line up (Radiohead, Battles, Band of Horses, Chemical Brothers, Efterklang, My Bloody Valentine and SLAYER) Ireland might not get a look in at all. If I get a job that is. And they give me time off. And I’m not doing something else, like sleeping.

Andrew Booth is an intercontinental dandy. He is co-writing his first novel Jackdaw Fool.
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