Madness

"Madness, madness, they call it madness
Madness, madness, they call it madness
It's plain to see, that is what they mean to me
Madness, madness, I call it gladness

Yee-ha."

Well it was a bit mad deciding on Saturday night (post midnight) to go to Guilfest 2007 on the Sunday.

And it was a bit mad that I called a bunch of mates on Sunday morning expecting them to go at the drop of a hat.

It was even more mad that Psycho Si said "Yeah man" and was ready to rock n roll in 5 minutes.

Mad was the fact the train got cancelled leaving us an hour late to the festival.

Even more mad was that we were told this by a random person at the train station who just happened to be, as yet un-met fellow Farnborough blogger Val.

It would have driven us mad waiting for the train and twiddling our thumbs, so to go down the Prince of Wales and have a couple of pints was a great idea.

Once in Guildford I was mad at myself for not packing a waterproof jacket in my bag - rain, thunder and much wetness followed.

I bumped into my bro & his girlfriend and we hooked up with the Guildford Ghost woohoo! MAd!

But then the rain cleared, the sun came out, we ate burgers, drank beer, watched The Icicle Works, drank more beer, watched Simon Friend (from The Levellers) do an acoustic guitar set, drank some pear cider, drank some pear cider again, went down to listen to Toots & The Maytalls (first time in 20 years), drank some more pear cider, had some country music band from Texas play that honky tonk stuff in our ears whilst we ate noodles, shouted at Duke Special from the front row, got some more cider, then a gin & tonic and watched, listened and danced to the mighty MADNESS.

"NIGHT BOAT TO CAIROooooooo..."

If my BBFK and baby BBFK had been in England they have caught this show and danced their little socks off... I bet they're mad they couldn't go :p