We have a pretty strange morning, with gossip and rumour flying everywhere. Various conversations take place in Emilia’s sick tree. Alan, meanwhile, managed to pick up a drum’n’bass tape in the ghetto blaster last night, and proceeds to dance manically, joined by Arthur (who has his hair in bunches) at 10 in the morning, in the rain. They churn up a great deal of the earth around the tents.

We speak to a mad kid called Oliver, who suggests that Nick likes to drown animals, and then tells us how the salad dressing “looks like a cowpat, like a shiny, glistening cowpat!”. He then proceeded to drop an orange in the salad dressing. The oily orange somehow made it’s way back to the Tool Tent. During the course of the day, confused by the presence of the orange, Chris throws it across the campsite. Somehow, it lands in the kitchen tent.

Greg is a dirty pervert, having gone on travels with his camera on the last night, taking photos of lesbians. Alan claims to have been one of the women. Everyone is really confused. Alan starts on the wine in the early afternoon, and soon everyone joins him.

The summer of love is truly upon us. Arthur and Nick find lots of chords to folk songs, and so we have an impromtu singing session, before walking into the central area singing “Blowing in the Wind” and “Green Grow the Rushes, Ho!”. People join in as we walk down. Robert and Pat scare the life out of Rosanne with some raver horns.

Chris and Rosanne run headlong into the Nestle machine until this big man stands in front of it. We then return, and everyone is playing guitar or singing. We play a load of songs at double speed, whilst Simon and Becky go to the middle of the field and make out in front of everyone. However, by this time, we’re playing “Green Grow the Rushes, Ho!”, and everyone is dancing. We have quite a crowd. Then, we end up writing Reggae Riley. We play it about five times in a row, with new sections, backing singing, and other cool stuff being added all the time. Simon and Becky come back, and claim to have been at the juice bar. We’re all confused once again. We go back to the Cafe International, and play Reggae Riley on the stage, in the dark, without an audience.

We go back to the camp, and play the song again to everyone there. Then, we go to the DF tent in our village, and play all the songs we can think of, until late into the night.

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