July 2010
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Rastas never die.
Amsterdam wasn’t how I imagined it.
It was more plastic than I thought it would be. More luminous. Swiftly conquered and slowly forgotten. And as I sat in that pizzeria, the salty yellow margarita melting in front of me, I thought about all the places I would rather have been.
Home in Reading. By the river in Henley. Back in Africa.
We’d been travelling by train all day....
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The light I never knowed.
Hop Farm Festival, Kent (2nd & 3rd July 2010)
Hop Farm Festival was the best festival I’ve ever been to. But, in light of it, I never want to go to another music festival ever again.
You see, I’m not sure the whole “music festival” thing works. It’s kind of paradoxical. Especially when Van Morrison is headlining the Friday.
It was the first day of Hop Farm....