My mind had erased all memory of this video until I was sat on the Oxford Tube this afternoon staring at the fields through drizzly window panes thinking about rabbits. It was Reading Festival a few years ago, the final day and all the bands were back safely in their porta-cabins. Myself, Joe and Jonny had reached new found levels of inebriation thanks to several bottles of Bourbon. We walked (sorry, stumbled) into a one of the huge marquees as a gaggle of dread-locked employees were cleaning up rubbish with pointy-ended sticks. This video was playing in the background. At the time it was far from what our whiskey soaked minds needed and from watching you'll probably understand why. Silent, motionless we watched in cloudy eyed awe:
Sunday 22 November 2009
Rabbit.
My mind had erased all memory of this video until I was sat on the Oxford Tube this afternoon staring at the fields through drizzly window panes thinking about rabbits. It was Reading Festival a few years ago, the final day and all the bands were back safely in their porta-cabins. Myself, Joe and Jonny had reached new found levels of inebriation thanks to several bottles of Bourbon. We walked (sorry, stumbled) into a one of the huge marquees as a gaggle of dread-locked employees were cleaning up rubbish with pointy-ended sticks. This video was playing in the background. At the time it was far from what our whiskey soaked minds needed and from watching you'll probably understand why. Silent, motionless we watched in cloudy eyed awe:
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