I also partook of the wormer. I have a black hole in my memory starting about 9pm Saturday and ending at dawn, when I found myself soaked from head to foot standing outside my tent with no idea what the previous 8 hours had involved. The following day when I sweat it smelled like vomit.
One year there was a great ice tea gin cocktail bar by Bellas/ west Holts which never came back again. Can’t remember what year but we drank whole pints of it as it was a hot year and danced a lot to Coco and the Butterfields in the bar next door. That kind of bar please.
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