This morning.
At Custom House Quay in Dublin.
Electric Picnic-goers return after the weekend festival in Stradbally, Co Laois.
Previously: Wish You Were Here
Everything. As It Happens.
This morning.
At Custom House Quay in Dublin.
Electric Picnic-goers return after the weekend festival in Stradbally, Co Laois.
Previously: Wish You Were Here
I’d die
I felt like that yesterday. It’s the worst come down ever.
I’m sure it was worth it…
We’d all like to think that, no doubt.
Few heads there. Hoodie up and in search of bed for a week.
There was a couple of glitter-covered people on this morning’s Luas. I’d say they’re in bed with a good cup of tea by now.
Did they have glitter pits, did you notice?!
well they looked like they were IN the glitter pits, at least.
Tents, flung by the wayside.
Getting home is always such a mission but that feeling of landing into your own house and flopping on your couch with a cup of tea in a real mug is one of the best there is.
do you have the tea before or after you scrub off the stench of two day old sweat?
Both, probably.
well would you look at the mayo lad done good with his notions
Tea, wash, more tea, jammies, sleep for approx one week
Sleaford Mods were deadly!
He struts through a thumping set… a highlight for me ! :)