βYour phoneβs dead, your voice is gone, and your soul is full. One more day, cβmon butt!β Itβs Sunday. Your boots are now biologically part of your feet, your bank balance is a war crime, and your tent may or may not have blown into Wales. But thereβs one more glorious, chaotic, mud-splattered day of […]
Written in a field somewhere between euphoria and trench foot. π§Ό Rise and Shineβ¦ If You Can By Saturday, Glastonbury has fully claimed your soul. Youβve forgotten what βindoorsβ feels like, you’re on your third pair of socks (and second pair of wellies), and your diet is 70% halloumi and 30% glitter. But who cares? […]