If you're alluding to that stunted tax dodging Irish twat in shades at ok yah Glasto, no.
Otherwise what a fabulous day in Upwaltham - beats MK even in a freezing blizzard.
Far too hot to be packing up a wedding and then sitting in on the A303 waiting for the M3 to reopen. 4.5 hours from Salisbury to Brighton zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Too hot to eat, too hot to sleep and to cap it all off I have a buzzing mother crusher of a mosquito twatting around in my bedroom just itching to bite me.
Did some design work, then some naked sunbathing in the back garden, then some more work before (having got dressed) driving up to Falmer to have another gander at the stadium.
While there, I got talking to a very nice chap (whom I hadn't met before), who told me how Nigel Erskine was. 'Getting better' seems to be the diagnosis.