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be glad

minnie riperton - simple things (mp3)

it's that time of year again when you can't seem to go for five minutes without someone whinging about how they wish they were at glastonbury blah blah blah blah blah.

well, not for me all that traipsing around, missing the bands you actually want to see and seeing far too many of the ones you don't, eating the worst food imaginable and all of this in conditions less like camping and more like those i learnt about in my gcse geography module on favelas, only with more crime.

nope, give me my records, brews on tap and dry feet any day: it's the simple things.

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