Here’s the BDO update the universe has been holding it’s breath for..

So, here we are on the morning of the Big Day, all happily getting rollocking drunk over at Nicky’s place as is the BDO custom, before heading off into the fray.

As per usual, Jarrod and I lost each other within about 20 minutes of arriving at the venue, somewhere in the crush of Trivium.

This time I was with his friend Andrew, and Andrew had Jarrod’s cell phone and all of his money in his pocket. Poor Jarrod spent the day rather parched.  I on the other hand, had a chipper time in the beer area where I spent a large part of the day thinking I was Jim Morrison and Andrew was the Indian in the desert.  That little jem had nothing to do with the beer and more to do with some other mysterious substance.  In fact, I had to get someone to take the following photo of us, just to be sure that Jarrod’s friend was actually there, and I wasn’t in fact conversing with a figment of my imagination.

Andrew - being the dilligent Wise Old Indian that he was - dropped some amazing pearls of insight while we were sitting around waiting for a Jarrod who never arrived (it turned out he was metres away on the other side of the fence but we never noticed each other) and I made a mental note to remember all of these profound life revelations.  Which of course, I forgot.  (Melissa on other other hand had spent her night wondering whether to watch Tool, or watch a pebble on the ground.  It was indeed a day for being at one with the world.)

Eventually I wandered away from Andrew (his wisdom went out the window when he found he was missing the bands he’d come for) and being on my path to self-realisation, I decided I’d find more insights into life if I could track down Boudica’s reincarnation, who I felt sure would be somewhere near the Boiler Room.

Boudica was no where to be found, but I did find Nicky. Or rather, she found me. And then she found Jarrod.  What a pal! After that, Jarrod vowed never to lose the beer ever again.  The end.

Oh, and as I never gave much of a shyte for any of the bands, I wasn’t dissapointed when I never got around to seeing any.  The organisers had devised this annoying cattle-pen system which meant first come first serve.  I was waiting in a toilet que when Tool were on anyway.  Basically, I’m too old and boring for this shit…