The worst parts of playing a festival are walking. Not a fan of walking. The mud, I can handle. But the walking? No, ta. — Gerry Cinnamon Copy Share Image
“You rejoice in your freedom, and you feel that at last you can call your soul your own. You seem to walk with your head among the stars. And then, all of a sudden you can't stand it anymore, and… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
