The toenail of Britain...

is unreachable for most people. That is, unless, you are a gang of rambunctious surfer types or....


Admittedly all Glastonbury's finest had to do was sit in a ladybird car for fucking hours as vehicles of all shapes and sizes overtook us on the A-roads, hit Falmouth (eventually) and smack a show. This is exactly what they did.

For one night and one night only edwina scissorflaps was the third amigo, displaying an unrivaled ability to press play with a precision that Sammy B-Side could only dream of, perform a spectacular mike check annddd introduce leafs and bva with the type of gusto that they deserve.

Mad props for reaching boys - 350 miles, an empty wallet and a verse recorded later.

Clock these art fag pictures.

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