I am still alive. By the skin of my teeth. After Download (which was AMAZING) I spent the week in my hometown at my parents' house. The idea was to recover my body from the four nights of drinking and mosh pits and maybe do something productive...
That idea had fallen by the wayside by Wednesday and I was back on the sauce. And by "sauce" I mean Strongbow. By Saturday morning I had arguably drank more than I did at the festival. But I had the best time with the best friends a guy could ask for.
Now my body is broken and I could probably do with another week off to recover from the last one. Alas, that is not to be and I am back to work tomorrow. Back to reality. I have zines to post and a letter to write.
I have no doubt that myself and my old buddy Strongbow will be reaquainted before the week is done. Because in the words of Frank Turner "I've yet to figure out a better way to spend my time."