Our trip to Scopitane festival in Nantes was all rain and girls puking in the street; as If we had never left London. The crowd thoroughly underwhelmed by the mundane all evening, had to be worked hard before they turned into flying fish: overwhelming the Security, who had been trying to strong arm everyone into petty submission. Small victories.
The next day we took the train to Ruoms near Lyon on the way to Marseille where we are staying in forest bungalows and watching bands by the pool. Tonight we hit the main stage with Connan Mockisan and Fuck Buttons. It’s hot.