The End of May 18th

My Dear Fellow,

This is taken just before midnight, on my way home from another girls' night out.

The evening even started out well, I got taken to Holyrood 9a by a Welsh taxi driver and we got talking about concerts. She told me when she arrived in Glastonbury, "I was just a girl from a small Welsh town." She recalled how she immediately bumped right into a naked man. "He was completely tanned, I remember. He must have been out in the sun the whole time. Quite risky, I would have thought."

Apparently her friends were delighted at her reaction. "But really, I was just wondering where he kept his change," she told me.

I resisted the urge to take a taxi home again. And walked through the fine drizzle. Actually it was rather pleasant. 

El Parsones