1st August 1982 (Sunday)
I was awakened by the sounds of 'Strickly Hardbean Rising'. It was already the eleventh hour of the day so we cooked up a really good brunch. The weather was dull but not wet.
I wasn't sure if I'd dreamed about buying some good garments or not but we decided to anyway. So Hardbean and Parting spent the afternoon browzing in the Casbah. I came away with a luverly leather jacket, a nifty pair of green trews, a stripy collarless, a trendy tee and a bright American baseball top. The lot only came to £30 so I was as chuffed as arseholes. Hardbean got a couple of tees and paid the full price for 'em...honesty! After that little realisation he had to go and crash out for a couple of hours.
I wandered aimlessly around and ended up watching INCUBUS THEATRE. Another damn good show. These travelling players really work jolly hard.
Hardbean around teatime and we watched a ridiculous Ugandan (how did we work out he was Ugandan? - Ed) ruin...or enhance (depending on your head) every gigging band he could reach. Me and Strickly thought it was funny but when we caught up with him again five hours later he had become boring.
We walked all the fucking way up to the Big Top to watch 'The Greatest Show on Legs', looking forwards to another good show...
Strickly summed it up by the angle of his straw hat (very battered). Milde summed it all up with one word: Boringgggzzzzz....
We danced in The Moulin Rouge, drank wine in the middle of nowhere and became foolish around the fire. Strickly invented the 'Sideswipe Method' of apple-eating and me and Burfy (Kate Burford) followed suit, crunching and tooth-hammering this poor little apple in every imaginable way. With my beaver-like teeth I got gallons of pleasure out of slicing downwards with the whole head while bringing the unsuspecting green thing steadily upwards.
The result: Devastatingly wonderous. A beautiful sculpted groove.
Then I stood on a Frisbee. Nice spongy experience. I immediately grabbed the thing and hurled it at Strickly. "THUNK!" Got him right in the hat. He flung it back and caught me a beauty in the chest.
It must be said that we weren't being aggressive, it was just so dark (1.30am) that you just couldn't see it. But I know we were both enjoying seeing the other's unfortunate attempts at catching the thing and then seeing it at the last second as it came out of the gloom, trying to dodge it unsuccessfully. I was cackling like a demented hyena. Great fun.
Went back to tent and slept like a dormobile. Strickly said he did as well in spite of forgetting to bring his sleepo bag.
Just a quick mention about my Breadmat. Marvelous purchase, bright green, definitely sleep-inducing. They mocked it cruelly on it's debut but we (me and breadmat) kept a stiff upper lip and have come through swimmingly.