[Sundae]

I heard that song in a tent in the early hours of the morning.
I had no idea it was about that Vincent at the time. I was a bit double-rainbowed.

That festival was the one where I had a shocking case of laryngitis and was told off by the doctor when I got home for leaving it so long to go and see him. What? I left with a sore throat - we'd planned it for a year! I croaked along to Vincent though.

As opposed to the festival where I got my first coldsore and my friends tried to convince me (a virgin) it was an STD.

Or the one when I genuinely thought I had an STD but it was a marshmallow jammed up my hoo-ha (inserted by bf, not a stranger!).

Or the one where they steri-stripped the ridiculously deep cut in my hand and my doctor (different one) was really cross that I hadn't had it stitched.

Don't take me to a festival, people.
I'm not safe.