Bizzy played for an hour and did really well. Went through her songs with strong intrasong banter game. She did the radio version of can’t be arsed for a family audience as well as her usual sweaty classics at other times. Fuck ‘em all was particularly powerful. Ok google and hashtag song were a lighter touch. Afterwards we went back to the van and had a brew. The rain got heavier. We stayed in the van for a couple of hours until I got a bit claustrophobic. Bizzy said to go for a wander so I went to the trip tent and looked at someone’s programme to find the lovely eggs aren’t playing after all. I wandered into the site and challenged a blacksmiths mate to hammer nails into a log. You take it in turns to strike. But the twist is you have to use the back of the hammer which was a thin rectangle of metal. Of course he won but it was close and surprisingly enjoyable. (Simple things I suppose). I bought a raffle ticket and got number 11. I then wandered down past a bar and out of the altered states to the healing tent. I bought a massage and sauntered in my newly relaxed state into a virtual reality tent where I shot people in a time warp. I went back to the tent again. It was time to. After ten minutes I realised I had forgotten the raffle and went back to see the blacksmiths carrying the cup of coffee bizzy has made me. The guy tried to tell me all of the prizes had been won but I could see my number on the prize board on a noughts and crossed type # with numbers in and letters at the top. Above the number 11 was a letter s which corresponded to the name of my prize: a wrought iron snail. I brought it back proudly back and rested a while but got hungry. We cba to cook so got a pizza from the site and had it back on the burnt orange and avocado folding chairs by the van.