Memories of a Rock Festival or was it the “Lost Weekend

[be-bop]

In an earlier post I was waxing lyrical about the good times we had heading down to the town of Reading and the music festivals there in the 80’s.
This was a regular trip for myself and two mates for many years although I only have photos of the bash of 81, other years I’m afraid are only distant memories in an old deranged and befuddled mind these days.
Anyway for a laugh I thought I’d post a few photos of the “trip”
These faded photographs are proof to me and to my kids that I wasn’t born at 32 and yes I had a life before them and a mortgage.

In the pub first very important to be drunkish