After the best part of a year doing a fekkin' office job (though one which was financially rewarding and allowed me to spunk money on various bits of kit like I've got huge dosh-spurting gonads) I felt like I had to prove there was life in the old nag still (that'd be me).
So, I bought a van and with the help of people less clumsy and ignorant than me kitted it out for travelling. Hayley (she's a Daily) took me to Teknivals in Poland, Slovakia and Bulgaria plus a mini festie in CZ Republic. I managed to play at least once at each party, though being without any large larging-it Anglo-entourage meant having to stoop so low that I was on the blag for sets, like a fucking commoner.
It has to be said that all the teknivals were a bit limp. Even when there was a few bods in front of a rig they were all dandying around like they were waiting for some actually interesting music to come on that wasn't the usual Mono-Tek. I had to grab a piccie of the only time I saw a rockin dancefloor, in Bulgaria, despite the fact it was only rocking to impress the pissed-off police standing nearby, and because they were playing 80s pop-disco classics!:
FreezeFest in Czech:
When I remembered to splatter me stickers around:
Well, there's nearly two of us:
Aw, fuck me... I had to stop pissing myself, though if I hadn't pulled over I would surely have crashed:
