Was in #Glastonbury today picking up some sinister artwork.
Parked the car and within 10 minutes had been yelled at by a bloke who was eating from a bag of pork scratchings the size of a pillow-case.
Then I was asked the time by a dude with an eyepatch who casually lifted up the patch and scratched the inside of his hollow eye-socket while talking to me.
Then I witnessed a funeral with a darkside Morris drumline, a viking shield wall, and a herse flanked by an outlaw motorcycle gang.
