Festival of Man: the recovery stage

worries about meat

Ah, bless the Easter weekend. The resurrection of the saviour allows for the masses to rock out over a govvy-ment sanctioned 4 day weekend. I started it respectable, going over to Hereford with Lou for my Mum's birthday and finished it off messy with the Festival of Man on Easter Sunday. A drunken odessey through primal fears, so it was, as was the Festival (ha!). Over the course of a few drinks at Mustard on Saturday, Next mornig, with a spring in my step, the plans for the festivities were set into motion. Grab 3 friends, 2 x disposable BBQ, a smattering of meats (though not the meats that we would hope for, as every other bugger had the same idea, and all was left was value mince for burgers and value pork chops for a gastro-gamble), some Stoli, Bombay Sapphire, Bourbon and variety of exciting mixers... Things progressed relatively smoothly, and think that is mostly down to purchase of 2 hefty sacks of ice. Any attempt to hold cocktails without it results in dog-ass nasty drinks, and a general downbeat demeanour throughout the crowd. BBQ went well, with minor squabbles over when to put meats on, etc. I had the unalloyed of trying to teach Ian how to make a burger. Despite his initial squeamishness, he grew a pair, and enjoy a tasty burger with shallots and capers; anything to hide the taste of cheap meat.


a cheeky chappy

We swilled down the food with a strong line up of spicy Bloody Marys, chilly Gin Martinis and twisty Jim Beams w/ginger ale... We then skipped into the city, dropping in to see Tiny Tommy Lyons at the 10 Bells (which I'm really warming too) and then my chum Lucien's chum Lizzy at Po Na Na's, who hooked us up with some cheeky Jaeger and lemonades... I got so drunk I went boss eyed and had a 36 hours hangover. ALL HAIL THE FESTIVAL OF MAN! we're going to do it all again next weekend, and this time maybe inform the Priory...