Up early, over to Cambridge to pick up a very cheap drum kit that will be used in the Edinburgh show, and then down to Dorset for Camp Bestival with the band.
A is finally started to see that I'm not a real man - I really, really struggled when putting up the tent. I hate camping so much.
The joy of being an artist is the free food (I had a lovely steak) and the free beer (I had a lot of it). We played on a nice little stage, often drowned out by the headliners (Clean Bandit) on the other stage but we still had a cracking little audience who seemed to be into what we're doing.
Gaf then sang karaoke and we all sat in a field drunkenly enjoying it.
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