What a Festival. This weekend Kate and I went along to the Foxhole Festival in Kent. If you’ve never heard of it, its because your not on the list. Its a very small list – family and friends of the Bulls of Kent. This years festival was to celebrate Julia’s 50th Birthday and the dress code was ‘hippy‘.
Now, not being one that likes to organise my personal life to any particular degree, I only read the invite correctly on the day of the festival – and then I was only really looking for the address when I noticed that there was a theme. I suppose you could say this was my first mistake. I then compounded it immediately by texting Kate (and this was an hour before we were supposed to be leaving) to tell her off this ‘theme’. Now unlike me, she does like themes. And loves dressing up. In short order and in less than an hour and a half we had scoured Kingston for the best it had to offer (on a limited budget) in the way of hippy accessories.
We may have not been the best dressed hippies there (far from it as it turns out) but bloody hell did we look amusing! What a quality night 🙂 Peace dude.
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