Oh, what an exhausting few days it's been. Too exhausted to go into details really - you'd surely be exhausted just by reading them. Suffice to say I've had it up to
here - that is, a very high place - with my part-time job pretending to be an estate agent. 'And over here we have the door with durable moulded hand-grip knob to allow ease of access to and from the room. And here we have the bed - fully furnished - situated just above carpet level, And you'll notice, of course, the rear window just behind you, complete with fitted, matching curtains and a scenic view of next-door's boiler'. And don't even mention the ghoulish parade of wastrels, out-patients, and just-plain-freaks that we've had come through our door looking to rent the place. Truly terrifying.
So, anyway, in liue of a proper update with, y'know, words and stuff, I figure I'll just stick up a few videos I took at
Electric Picnic over the weekend. Heaven knows, one can never have enough choppy, low-resolution, shakey-cam shots of the backs of peoples heads. First up,
DJ Shadow - actually the first act we got around to seeing, despite him being on Saturday evening (the festival itself having started on Friday). Here he is performing with
Lateef and some too-tight-leather-jacket-wearing guy who really wishes he was
Richard Ashcroft.