It's late, and I'm sick of packing. Tomorrow will be the first time this decade that I've attended a festival, and boy does it bring back memories of staying up until 3am packing all those little things I think I can't do without for a festival. Priorities have changed somewhat since I was 19, meaning what I took then isn't necessarily what I'd take now. For instance, I remember the pain it was not having any bogroll at Reading, and I'm kinda going to miss being able to have a hot shower for a few days. Still, it's going to be a top laugh, and I get to see some bands and acts I simply haven't been able to see before.

Yousendit is being rather rubbish this evening, so I'm not able to post up any music. Instead, enlighten yourselves with my fellow bloggers and have a read of what they've got to say, and you can also enjoy some choice music too.

If by some freak occurance I gain access to the internet while at T, I'll write y'all a post. If by an even freakier twist of fate I can connect my camera to said internet, I'll post up some pictures of the festival too. In the event that neither happens you'll simply have to wait for my musings until Monday, whereby I'll enchant you all with tales of sex, drugs, rock and roll and other debaunched things that happen in a festival field.

Check out what Coxon Le Woolf thinks about Later with Jools Holland.

Peruse the contents of Bethanne's Summer Sun theme here.

And finally, take a look at the way Rewriteable talent panders to the demands of elbo.ws. Seriously, I haven't seen such a blatent attempt at attracting hits since my frequent posts about Lily Allen.

Inabit.

PS - Watch out for some bumper posts next week, and boy do I mean BUMPER!