'Hey, that boat's like, burning and stuff.' No you stoner eedjit, it's covered in wee mirrors and driving my camera insane. Big Chill on Saturday evening is filled with extremely monged people. Weavers, staggerers, fallers over; essentially, as one individual put it 'We're all twatted!' I shall wax lyrical on this event tomorrow, as right now I'm feeling the effects of minimal sleep in a shitty half-man tent and maximal intake of alcohol and its close compatriots. In the meantime, here is a link to more pictures.B
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