Three. Glastonbury

A week ago today I returned from Worthy Farm a changed and broken man. I’d heard of the post-Glastonbury blues and I had dismissed them as a particularly bad hangover. I was very wrong. They are very real, and very bad. It’s not a hangover at all. I didn’t feel […]

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Two. In Preperation For Glastonbury

Hello everyone, it is me, Sav, your small but perfectly formed human and, hopefully, friend. Tomorrow I shall not be here. Wednesday I shall not be here. Thursday I shan’t. Friday? Guess what – shan’t again. Monday and Tuesday I have shan’t’ed off the table. Why? Because legally I am […]

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One. Late Beginnings

I’d meant to start this blog again on the day of my 29th birthday, back in May. It was going to be about how this is the last year of my 20s, and how it would be an interesting year to document what was going on, both personally, nationally and […]

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