A mostly excellent day, very quickly run down so I can go and sleep.

Guest passes are fucking excellent. None of this queueing in the mud bollocks. Straight into a carpeted bar where drinks flow. Didn’t realise for quite a while that the lads we got chatting to at our table were actually guests. Someone came up to ask for a photo and I twigged the badge. Perhaps I should torrent some Dirty Sanchez. The Hives, all dressed up at 11am floating around the mud in white suits, nice lads very happy to have a drink and pose for photos and stuff. Har Mar Superstar is an ugly ugly man. Naked News filming was um well naked and cute despite the rain and mud. And just for Jamie, Brody drinks white wine like a fish and seemed to be on something for the whole day.

Music wise, Modest Mouse were excellent, roll on Monday! It all kicked off for Float On and never stopped. I’m going to have to go and see the Hives at a gig. Twice at festivals now and they’ve been really fucking good. The Distillers were allright (Hives clashed with Peaches & the Donna’s so I caught the end of them instead) Ash were pretty good, The Offspring were solid and The Darkness were shit as ever.

Managed to get into the Sessions um sessions aswell due to some passes just being dropped on my lap. Some really good stuff going up on the web over the next few nights.

Ya know I hate networking, in the sense of only talking to someone because of what they can do for you. I was lucky this weekend and I did well getting the ticket and then having some friends on hand to look out for me a few more. Others who decided this wasn’t enough and went not just looking but hassling for more pissed me off. Dragging me into it annoyed me even more. As it turns out if I had wanted to, I could have done the same and gotten full weekend guest pass. Of course I’d have loved to, but it would have taken more to get than I was willing to give.

I have no idea if I’m going to be able to make that one make sense tomorrow when I’m not tried and thinking straight.

Sometimes I really do wish the world would stop for a second and let me get back on top. It does seem to enjoy it’s little ironies.

Also I’m an idiot. The most important thing this weekend is to go along and say goodbye to someone I barely know.

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause.”