If wishes were horses, cockroaches would… ride rats? Summer’s reaching that point where stuff just happens, strange and incomprehensible stuff, and all you can do is nod and say “Okay then” as a dozen lads the colour of boiled lobsters chase an inflatable crocodile down the road singing Ace of Base. Summer: if you can make sense of it, you’re weren’t there.
What are you playing this weekend? Here’s what we’re clicking on!
Source : rockpapershotgun.com
