End of the Road

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That’s it. That’s it that’s it!!! Really that’s it. I’m fed up with it being so freaking gloomy, (my blog). I tried to just ignore it for a while but having the most recent blogs just hanging there being all gloomy and melancholy is just a constant fucking reminder. SO, no more. No more freaking gloom*. Something extra special nice happened this weekend just gone so here goes.

After a right old palaver I drove down to Ebby’s on my own on Thursday night. We stayed up late drinking far too much and talking about stuff which I won’t mention or I’ll be breaking my promise in the first sentence of my story.

She had to go to work the next day so I drove over to Lamer Tree Gardens on my own to the End of the Road festival. I wandered around in a bit of post hangover daze taking in the sights of the stunning setting. I had an Indian head massage which involved also a shoulder rub. The chick told me my stress heads could be caused by my ridiculously tight shoulder muscles, (NB for future reference don’t have an Indian head massage on the first day of a festival unless you want to walk around looking like an oil slick.) At about 3ish the tunes started and I headed over to the garden stage to see Mumfod and Sons before indulging my Scanda love with Loney Dear, a very energetic Swede who is so impossibly talented I can’t even find the words to describe it. His happy tunes bought a smile to my face as being alone I was able to sway and jig around as much as I wanted too. At one point he got us all singing except my side of the crowd decided they were too good to sing for the little fella, well apart from me and he returned his love by blowing kisses at me, well certainly in my mind that’s what he was doing.

I wandered around some more until finally meeting up with Ebby, (that is a long story). We went to get our stuff and bumped into James, (Ebby’s lovely chap) so we all headed off and pitched our tents in a nice quiet corner in an attempt to lessen my insomnia. We saw some more bands, (Dirty Projectors were not good) before I started to get stupidly excited. Explosions in the Sky, oh my god. We swigged vino from a plastic bottle, (have I ever mentioned how utterly classy I am) and I stood there with an inane grin on my stupid face. Just then a huge guy stood in front of me, it always happens. A voice behind me commented saying it always happens to him. I turned and smiled at quite a short dude with a nice smiley face and a bit of a beard then carried on swigging vino and being swayey and cheerful. Then a tap on the shoulder and he asked who these guys were coz they were really good. I said “explosions in the sky!!” a little too enthusiastically and may have got a bit of spit on him. Ebby slurred at him, “do you want some vino I just ate hoummus so it might have garlic backwash.” He smiled and took the vino. (I must just interrupt this blog to say how stunningly pretty the sunset is tonight, the sky has turned lilac to peach to pink and then mauve). We jabbered wholeheartedly for a bit before Ebby and James decided they wanted to see something else and wandered off leaving me with my new friend Pally. My first proper festival friend. He turned out to be a bit of an oddball so that may be why we got along so well. He stayed with me whilst I swayed about some more watching EitS and generally being quite bad company I should imagine. We had a bevvy afterwards at the Somerset Cider bus, (ahhhh the other place). Selling mulled cider at a September festival is a genius idea. We sat and chatted for ages and then got joined by some very drunk girls who amused me a lot.

pally n me

Next day James had to work so Ebby and I wandered around the site looking at peacocks, (or peatwats as Ebby now calls them) and the outdoor library. We saw Darren Hayman who was rather good and then the Low Anthem. I didn’t know what to expect but the first song had me completely captivated. It was about someone dying of cancer, well that was my interpretation and I can’t freaking find it!! It’s so annoying. Anyway, it was stunning and I had a bit of a moment. At the end of the song Ebby just put her arms around me and told me the song had been written for me. Later in the set it was Ebbys turn to get emotional when a song brought back some nasty memories for her too. We staggered off drained and emotional at the end. We met up with Pally and squeezed our way into the Tipi tent to give me a spot more Scanda love and watch First Aid Kit, two Swedish teenage sisters, (bitches being that talented at such a young age). Boy it was hot in the tent. Ebby had to go and meet James and Pally left before he melted but I just couldn’t move. The song universal soldier made me cry once again. Pally was still with me at that point but I think I managed to hide it before he realised what complete nut job I am. A little aside, Kev begins his trek back on Saturday and will be home on the 20th. Really thank fuck for that.

I got out of the impromptu sauna and found Pally waiting outside. Now the rest of Saturday is a bit of a blur as I was having a few food issues. I only had half a cider to drink but I felt like I was wasted. I know a lot of time passed when I told Pally some of my many issues, (shh don’t break the rules) whilst sat drinking tea in a double decker bus, now how much more English do you want to be!? Anyway, I think we saw Okkervil River and we definitely saw Fleet Foxes who were amazing. Then we went for a bit of a wander to the library in the woods and accidently happened upon an impromptu comedy set. Yay!! There were all sorts of goings on. Apparently the ‘twat’ factor was higher at EotR this year, it must be because I was there!

I slept really well Saturday night, so well in fact that when Ebby checked that I had actually got back to my tent at 6.30am by speaking to me and unzipping my tent I didn’t hear her, now that is really odd for me. James went home to pick up his boys and Ebby and I went to see Bear Driver followed by The Tallest Man on Earth, (Scanda love!!). I took a few snaps of the little Swedish dude and got a tap on the shoulder from a guy asking me to send the pics to him. He gave me his email address and then told Ebby how stunning he thought the Tallest man was. He was amazing and properly blew me away. Afterwards Justin asked us for a drink with his mates Ben and Sebastian. Sebastian had just met them too and was young whiper snapper who flattered me greatly by telling me I looked 25. Ooohh great. Not that I have an age obsession but Pally had also thought I was younger than my days. Whoop whoop. We drank and chatted nonsense then Justin who until this point I had assumed was gay decided he was going to sniff me, then suddenly all of them were sniffing me apart from Ebby she just licked me instead. How we managed to suddenly be having an afternoon of borderline debauchery I don’t know. Pally arrived and left quite quickly afterwards to see William Elliot Whitmore, (I really don’t blame him). Justin soon lost interest however when he found out I was married. Pally arrived back and Ebby thought we best leave to watch Steve Earle who was really good but not my bag at all.

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Ebby left to meet up with James and we followed soon after. We had some booze and Pally told me his story, I won’t repeat as this not my place to do so but his suffering has been brought on by other people not just the world. I find it hard to understand stuff like that. I think I may have cried again. Jesus what’s wrong with me?! Oh yes that’ll be the grief finally coming out. We went to see the Hold Steady and saw the famous song before getting bored. We met up with Ebby and James to say goodbye before going in search of more booze and chatted more about stuff.

Next day I said goodbye to End of the Road and the lovely Pally before packing up my stuff and driving back in a half zombified state. I slept most of the afternoon and really well last night too. I’ve laughed and cried but for the first time in a long time I have done more of the former. Thank you Ebby, (and James) and thank you Pally, I felt like I had known you a million years. You probably don’t realise but I have begun to see the light again. The beauty in things the return of the proper Bimbo. I won’t dwell, I had to go through it to heal. I’ll always be me always be dark but that has to do with what life throws at you. That’s what makes me me.

*Bimbo may retract this offer at anytime without prior warning especially if the red nectar has been consumed.

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7 Responses to “End of the Road”

  1. andyspex Says:

    Two thumbs up for that.

    • bimbo78 Says:

      Thank you spex. Not sure if i said it before but you have born the brunt of much of it. I know you never know what to say to me but you really have taken my mind of it when it got really dark. X

  2. I’ve really been missing you.
    Lovely to read that you enjoyed it as much as I did.

    xxxxxx

    • bimbo78 Says:

      Goodness I’ve been missing you too. I just decided to read this blog and I can’t remember half the stuff that I did although I’m sure it’s not all down to alcohol. It was the start of my healing process, thank you so much Ebbs. I am so much better now and I reelly mean it this time.

  3. […] I drove back in the winter sunshine towards Dorset, I drove past the Lamer Tree Gardens where End of the Road Festival took place and I couldn’t help a smile coming to my lips. Then I arrived at Ebbys for Sunday […]

  4. […] of the Road 2009, two teenage Swedish sisters who just had me captivated. I wrote about it in my End of the Road Blog but I shall just reiterate… their cover of Fleet Foxes Mountain Peasant Song was wondrous and […]

  5. […] may have mentioned it before, in fact yes I have in my blog about End of the Road Festival 2009. Ebby and I went to watch a band called The Low Anthem at EotR 2009. I had heard of them before but […]

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