The February festival experience

Today, after three hours in the hairdressers I left with what seemed like three times more hair than a went in with.

The big hair came out with me this evening for early birthday celebrations for the bestest. A Poor turn out compared to last years but then I suppose that's what happens when you hit thirty one (I wouldn't know. - yet!) but after a few civilised drinks we had caught up with the lastest gossip and hit another bar with live music on. A bunch of old fellas on the stage belted out festival classics and we danced the night away. A good night was had by all.