My elder daughter (just turned 17) is currently at the Oxegen Festival at Punchestown Racecourse.
We got a phonecall from her this morning, and according to her, the mud is only ferocious up there. Two more days of that will soften her cough for her...:-).
Going to festivals is such a rite of passage, isn't it? I did my turn at the helm back in the 80s, and I was glad when the time came to pass on the baton to those with more energy (and less imagination) than me. I can only describe my trip to the Electric Picnic two years ago as an (enjoyable) aberration.
Down with (parentheses)...
Regards,
djp
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