Cellarite
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Stormzy was far better last night.
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Glastonbury 2019
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dronefromsector7G
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Can you be more specificI must be getting old, Jesus wept these are shite.
I’m nearly 44.Can you be more specific
dronefromsector7G
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Thanks. Can you specify who ‘these’ are?I’m nearly 44.
andyhinch
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The 45 year olds, FOC’s ;-)Thanks. Can you specify who ‘these’ are?
Onholiday(somemightsay)
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What's your beef?My festival camping days are over, think the last time a van chucked their fat out right next to our tent whilst I was severely hungover put me off for life! I just do the day ones now, SW4 next up.
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Ah sorry, the killers.Thanks. Can you specify who ‘these’ are?
I was there that night, gave the CB’s a miss as I’d never heard anything like it and it didn’t appeal, just drank through their set. Think it was about 95 after Definitely Maybe, next time I saw them was on a Sunday Evening at Old Trafford Cricket after we had played Blackburn at Maine Road, about 15 pints before home, heady days, never to be repeated.Best Oasis memory;
Went to watch them at the Nynex Arena (now the M.U.E.N) with the Chemical Brothers as support.
I was suffering the worst hangover ever. Still hungover on the Sunday of the gig from my Grandad’s funeral on the Wednesday. I’d left the wake to watch us beat Wimbledon 1-0.
Anyway, I couldn’t listen to the Chemical Brothers. My head was banging.
Drank myself through it then watched Oasis blow the roof off. Came out and was waiting for a taxi on Market Street. One of the lads put a quid in those big fuck off Mars vending machines. Nothing came out so he banged it and about three quid came out. We all had a go and were making loads of money.
By the time our taxi came, I’d decided that a run up and flying kick was the order of the day. As I crashed into it, I heard a beep. Our taxi was here. My Uncle Alan shouted out of the window “Oi dickhead! Get in this fucking car now.”
Never told my old man though. RIP Alan Henning.