Ginger DJ Rob

Image by Ginger DJ via Flickr Last day of the festival and we're now pinning and desperate for our home comforts especially our bed after suffocating in the hot van. We packed almost everything away with the intention to leave after the last act and avoid the Monday traffic. I've only dealt it with it once and once was enough really. The first main act we wanted to see was Goldfrapp at the Pyramid stage. They started off ok but like most acts, they were trying to flog their new material which didn't go down that well. It was a million miles away from their glam-rock electro anthems as their new album was ambient folk rock. The May Pole dancers were good though. Headed back over to Dance Village curious to see Crystal Castles at the John peel tent. Just missed them by half a song but they sounded amazing with the singer doing a crowd surf. I got the feeling the set was cut short as we heard some nasty booing straight after. Watched some cabaret act in the Pussy Parl

Woke up to the sounds of Shakin' Stevens, and feeling a little worse for wear. It took us about 3 hours to have breakfast and get ready for our next site visit. The legendary toilets and getting higher with people's poop as they forget to flush and keep piling it on and upwards. At least the weather's behaving itself and when the sun's out it's warm. With very little energy we headed anywhere we could sit or lie down so the Cabaret tent was our first stop with Simon Munnery performing. Missed most of his comedy set so drifted around watching the side shows and street performers. At this point the Twitter plan was starting to go fail as everyone needed their phones charging at the Orange tent, especially Sony Ericsson owners like me. Unlike the chilled-like atmosphere outside, everyone was either paranoid their phone was going to be stolen or were desperate to get a charge point. We spent 20 minutes circulating then left in a huff: the Twitter experiment would soon b

Image by Ginger DJ via Flickr As a relatively new member to Twitter, the instant personal status update service, I thought I'd update everyone on our Glastonbury experience through the blog. Shame my phone battery didn't last the distance and the Orange tent didn't have enough Sony Ericsson charge points. Anyway, we left Brighton about midday Thursday with Mark's campervan for the festival. We were a little anxious seeing the news to see what looked like almost everyone getting there the day before so getting a decent pitch looked doubtful. The first shock was hearing the massive scrapyard fire had caused some major traffic queues. It took about 30 minutes to get in after joining the queue. We went for the 'families' field with the prospect of actually getting some sleep but that didn't really matter later as you could hear the sound-systems from the main site. With the added space next to the fence, we were able to pitch up our pop-up tent and mini-por

Thanks to today's B3TA newsletter I found one of the best blogs for a long time. Sorry I missed your party is someone trawling through FlickR photos for some images people would rather forget. It's worth reading the captions as well. Here's some favourites we've found:- Ralphing I hate you Mum and Dad This is what ruined Woodstock 99 for me (NSFW) Nice faces The blog invites people to submit their own photos so guess who I've sent in as a possible new entry???

Just a few news snippets from my riveting life. My mum's house has received zero viewings or any interest. Only a previous viewing resulted in a positive reaction for the rented option. Work-wise, my contract is ending in September but could be extended to permanent as the maternity lady goes part-time. Other work news was attending a charity evening last Friday with a raffle and an auction of promises. Those needy people in China and Burma got around £40 from me as I bought the promises of a baking lesson and a mountain bike tour of the South Downs. I think we've overdone Indiana Jones. We're about 83% complete on the PS3 game and saw the film last weekend. The celluloid version was ok but not fantastic. It all started well bringing in a 20 year difference being set in the 50's with the atomic bomb testing and Hangar (Area) 51 jokes wearing well. But it was the OTT jungle chase that lost my respect and attention-span with action set-piece after another. Having Ray Wins

Not really much going on apart from making our house a constant mess with tools, sawdust, paint, things in boxes and furniture scattered around the place as the DIY marathon continues. As some relief to the home improvement slog, we treated ourselves to Lego Indiana Jones on the PS3. It's a great game for two people but the Star Wars one was just a bit better. Some of the perspectives are a bit confusing and frustrating at times but all the key scenes make up for it. We've already started the third film but there's so much else to collect and complete for that 100%. Although the cartoon brick violence has been kept light-hearted, I was surprised to see Lego Indy kicking an arab in the stomach whilst he was down - not very sporting but hilarious. There are no references to Nazis either to keep it clean. There's not much else to report on my mum's house for sale either. There have been a few viewings and good feedback but no one's biting with any offers. As the m

MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo .

Whilst trawling through my normal daily web diet of games, email and random blogs I came across a game title named ' Strong Bad's Cool Game for Attractive People'. Really daft name but its based on a web cartoon animation called Homestar Runner . There's a few videos to have a quick chuckle including a wrestling bloke called Strong Bad answering email letters. Can't be arsed checking out the website? Here's some embedded YouTube for instant satisfaction:

Image by Ginger DJ via Flickr I finally used my last birthday present from Kerry at the weekend driving up to Redhill for 2 hours of helicopter lessons. Excitement levels were sky high as well as the nerves as I wanted to get the very most out of the day as well as the possibility of taking it up for serious. With the inheritance money it could actually be feasible for me to change career. Before the briefing, we were shown around the hanger which stored all the expensive, privately owned choppers. One notable helicopter was owned by an arms dealer/manufacturer, owning the Heckler & Koch brand supplying many of the world's special forces' guns. The better choppers costing at least £2 million. The briefing was about 10 minutes explanation on the controls and the instructor telling me the rules of the lesson. I had to repeat that 'I have the controls' after receiving them just to make things safe. The other thing which caused some thought was the instructor infor