Fuck Yeah Fest got renamed FYF Fest (I have it on dubious authority that, with the inexplicable extra F, the new name stands for Fuck Your Friends Fest) and took place outside in zillion degree heat, and I managed to slip in the bathroom old-lady style that morning and showed up with a concussion.
During Ninja Sonic and Japanther’s set the security barriers kept falling over and nutty blokes insisted on jumping off stage to dance with your intrepid photographer, who may or may not have been wearing an inappropriately alluring dress (it was the smack to the back of the head, I wasn’t thinking right when I got dressed) — it all got proper hectic, but I liked the pictures.
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