M.A.D. – What am I Missing?

This weekend, as all manner of stoners and misfits converge upon a hapless Ooty for the MAD festival, I find myself at the other end of the peninsula, meeting Easter Sunday with a cracking hangover. I’ve clearly done a boo-boo: had I known earlier, Easter would have been made to wait in favour of tramping up and down hills, running my bank balance to the ground, being sick in the port-a-potty, and doing all the other nice things that people do at music festivals. But there we are.

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