I'm NOT harcore. I don't know if I ever was but I am definitley not now. Had a top WGW, and went to bed at a sensible hour nearly every night.

I had decided to drive to Exeter, then fly to Newcastle and take the train down to Whitby. On Thursday I had driven 1hr and 45mins; I was 15 miles from the airport; and I realised I didn't have ANY photo ID on me. Muppet.

I sat in a lay-by and pondered my options, eventually deciding to catch my flight the next day.

The next day, my flight was delayed by 3 hours. ARRRGHGGGGHhh.

Plenty booze and dancing and shouting at people over loud music - people I hadn't seen for more than four years in some circumstances! There was some Buca and some bands and I have published my photos of everyone looking gorgeous and/or drunk. Ha-ha! I love you all; you're fukkin super people!

*MWUH!*