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Just a couple more vids - I have an upload limit, so no more until next week. Lovelovelove.

Snippet of Bob Dylan playing harmonica at the Hop Farm Music Festival 2010.

 

Ray Davies sings Sunny Afternoon on a sunny afternoon.

And something special that I just had to record for me Dad. Hope you like, chicken.

Hop Farm Part One

 Yesterday I went to the Hop Farm Music Festival. The festival's only in its third year, but even so they managed to get a line-up that included Mumford & Sons, Peter Doherty, Laura Marling, Johnny Flynn, THE Ray Davies and, yes, little Bobby Dylan. So, for your visual and auditory stimulation and pleasure, I have assembled this collection of vids 'n' pics, to peruse at your leisure. More videos to come, when I've mastered the finer points of Vimeo.

Just Like a Woman from Velma Icecream on Vimeo.

Dedicated Follower of Fashion. Ray Davies at Hop Farm 2010.

Below is just another snippet of Bob, taken just before the memory card ran out of space. Bonus points if you can identify the song. (One of my favourite parts of a Dylan gig is afterwards; listening to people bitch and moan about the set list, the phrasing, the lyric changes, and the fact that Dylan just hasn't got 'it' anymore. I'm fairly certain people have been having that whinge since about 1965. Bless.)

This is mostly for the benefit of me Pa. Hope you like this, Yifi (please show it to him, Jimi). Below are a few pics as well. Some Dylan, some just so you can dig the festival vibe. Will endeavour to upload more vids at earliest convenience. Cheers kids.

A Dylan crusty wears it with pride. Until Hop Farm, I hadn't seen so many Dylan t-shirts in one place since last time I did my Dad's laundry.

This is what festivals look like for short people. I had to hold my camera UP to get this photo.

Mumford & Sons prepare for a match in the Hop Farm 5-a-s9de tournament.

Ray Davies.

Seasick Steve.

 We love you, Bob.

 

I love you, Dad.

Bee I Quickie Bi Bo Bo GO!

Just a quick one. Alternate title: Stuff What I Done Tonight. Some pics of Ivo (and Velma!) chilling at Ivo's place. Excuse me while I waste the next four minutes of your life...

Ivo!

 

 

Upside down writings!

Vel...

...ma!

Guinness ON the glass (Red Stripe IN the glass!)

The neighbours...

The dishes...

The laundry...

The decor,

The DJ!

Your hosts:

And a book you should read. Seriously. It's good.

On the way home, 

I thought, I should tell you, as

yeah, I'm stoned.

Angels Born of the Mud

Some more photographicals for Jimi. And Panni. And anyone who cares to look.

First up, just in case you weren't sure,

The above was taken at the Notting Hill Carnival last year.

Jimi has (or is about to?) purchased a uke. A yellow uke. Viva la ukulele!

Now, STOP

 and

Me and this dude,

have cobbled together a bunch of pics for you. Some are old, some are new, some will be explained, some will not. So there. Whatcha gon' do?

First up, I thought you should know about this:

And about Dave,

And about all these guys,

So here are some things to cheer you up!
A rainbow!

And a cute little kid!

And a nice guy called Kid. He sells The Big Issue in Covent Garden.

And another new friend!

"Hey, quit trying to touch my arse!"

"See, Shirley, I told you, he's trying to touch his arse."

"Will you shut up about arses? And quit trying to touch my balls!"

Seriously, quit touching stuff.

England fans in a Trafalgar Square fountain celebrate making it through to the second round of the World Cup.

The perils of being a street performer in Covent Garden:
"...and this is after the prostate surgery..."

The perils of Leicester Square on the weekend. Hens' parties.

This should sort a few things out. The true religion is jeans. Done and done.

Hop Farm! Hop Farm! Hop Farm! Sorry, I can't be articulate about this.

It's the Wedding Bus! Um. Doesn't say where it ends up.

Try again. You're not here:

Ah, getting closer I guess,

If you're here, you're in Clapham

And if you're here, you're in my room. Hey, what the hell are you doing in my room?

But here is where you should be,

I'll see you there.