Yeh, yeh. It’s another festival post. Yawn.
Actually… it’s not.
I felt compelled to document the latest weird occurrence I have witnessed…
OK, yes. It was at a festival. 639 more words
Those of you who follow me on Facebook or Twitter will know that I spent my bank holiday between Shambala and Greenbelt festivals which were, this year, conveniently just 15 minutes apart in Northamptonshire. 885 more words
It’s suicide Tuesday, I feel low and sick, I’m blue, I’m close to the edge. See yesterday I came back from a festival. You know how it goes, you survive on little sleep or food and lots of caffeine tablets and cigarettes for three days, completely alter your notion of reality, and then try and slide back into your life again. 1,074 more words
Buddhistdoor International John Cannon
Archaeologists and conservationists are waging a battle against time to save as much as possible from Mes Aynak, an ancient Gandharan Buddhist monastic complex 30 minutes… 629 more words