Live8
With the commencement of Live8 this weekend, I think there was a kind of "Woodstock" feeling that swept the country. Attending the concert itself was never a real possibility but I certainly wanted to at least do something outdoorsy. And what with Miss Kirwan leaving us for the foreseeable, the ramblers got rambling to Trent Park for a day of barbequing, girly games and "free love".
The atmosphere was provided by some "flower powered" portable stereos, blasting out tunes from some of the great bands at Hyde Park. We played rounders until our shoulders felt like knives were digging in (or maybe that was just me?). It was for the most part a light-hearted affair, bar a few dubious decisions by the self-refereeing players amongst us! Either way Blue didn't seem to fussed. The day did take a masochistic turn when Mr McLaughlin insisted on having his arse beaten raw with a cricket bat, but whatever flips your switch I guess.
As the cloudy sky started to draw in, Sykes-syndrome took hold and the weak began to leave. Those who when the full distance ended up in the Green Man, watching the rest of Live8 on the telly and just after Neil ended his 17 hour drinking session we all sang along with Sir Paul to the tune of nan-na-na-narrh-Hey-Jude…
P.S. I found some pics of Matt A's birthday in Leicester from a few months back that were never published. I'd forgotten all about Herbert the Horse!
July 3rd, 2005 at 4:40 pm
It was alright
July 3rd, 2005 at 5:07 pm
Hitting neil was the highlight.
July 3rd, 2005 at 5:12 pm
I was definitely in. Can’t blame you all for trying to cheat though, how else were you gonna beat our remarkable team? It was a very good day.
July 4th, 2005 at 7:17 pm
thank the lord for the pain killers which made the day running around bearable
also what the fuck goes through neils head when he’s drunk? that boy has a badly sadistic nature
July 31st, 2005 at 1:02 pm
Gomez is a cheat