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Tuesday, August 03, 2004

cam fest

posted by Brianne 3:02 pm

folkies

posted by Brianne 2:59 pm

est quickly finishes the jug before anyone else can get a look in

posted by Brianne 2:58 pm

kate rusby concert, regents park

posted by Brianne 2:56 pm

cambridge folk festival

posted by Brianne 2:40 pm

Esther discovers that pimm's comes by the jugfull

posted by Brianne 2:39 pm

The cambridge folk festival has finished and now i must walk blinking into the light of a world where music other than folk exists. my bank balance is a little smaller (and likely to get more so with the number of cds i wish to buy now), my skin is a little browner (and not just with henna), and my head is a little lighter from all the passive weed smoking. I had a great time and i know i will go back again but i think even if we had only been camping in the middle of nowhere with no music and no jewellry for esther to buy i think it would have been great just to have good friends around me again.

The journey back to surrey was not without its hiccups as we broke down on the M25 within sight of the dartford bridge. We found ourselves stranded on the side of the motorway at the hottest part of the day with a concert to get to in regents park. We started coming up with song lyrics inspired by the heartfelt sentiment that "hell was a hard shoulder somewhere in essex". i promisd i would post here a song, to the tune of Donald of Glencoe, about our time on the M25. So here is what i have so far:

As we went a-driving
One hot summer's day
Leaving Cambridge festival
We went down the motorway.

The sun beat down upon us
The tarmac did melt
We had crossed into essex
When a tremor was felt.

Looking to Norma Jean's dashboard
A light there did flash
And we searched for its meaning
In the hope not to crash.

Dartford Bridge was before us
We were almost home
But disaster was waiting
We would no longer roam.

And the steam and the water
Around Norma did flow
So to the hard shoulder
For no more could she go.

Standing on the road side
Admidst spiders and thorns
We hoped the AA man
Would come before morn.

Our skin started burning
From the sun's harmful rays,
We were on our way to London
And we hadn't washed for days.

The yellow van drove up
And we waved with glee
He had come to our rescue
From this hell we were free.

For hell is a hard shoulder
Somewhere in Essex, so
Take care of your cars and
To hell never go.

posted by Brianne 11:48 am

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