The night after I came back from Glastonbury festival sleep-deprived but with an awesome tan, I went to Otterspool Promenade with my friend Chris. We took flapjack and a flask of tea, and it was good.
'We're at Otterspool'
'But I can't stop talking about Glastonbury'
Climbing up the side knowing that he shouldn't. Not in this outfit, anyway.
'He has a huge hole in his jeans'
Watching stuff run away...