Daisies, Daisies... all for the love of you....lalalala

It is normally round about this time of the year, every year, that I find myself wondering around, half-naked, dazed and confused, in the early morning hours, in a field of daisies with no clear direction, no memory of how I got there and a strange sense of euphoria.



While you may be thinking UFO abduction, and granted I'll give you there are many similarities, with all but the customary alien probing being common to both, what I am actually referring to is a certain little music festival near Darling that has a something to do with Rock and a lot to do with Daisies.

Yes, it is indeed Rocking the Daisies which for me has historically been a guaranteed massive weekend at which I believe, judging purely on third party accounts I have a life changing good time. And to think until Monday I was debating not going, I hang my head in shame at the thought. So to avoid having the FOMO attack of the year I gave myself two swift blows to the side of the head, pulled myself nearer to myself and got my hands on a ticket. With all the inflation in ticket prices I had to spend a few more nights on main road than I had initially anticipated to raise the funds but if I can walk normally by Friday it will all have been worth it. I just realised this story is now just like an alien abduction, probing included.

But wait there's more. Although all Daisies are good they are not all created equal, some are really good. My best one thus far has been when some inspired souls saw it fit to arrange an entire bedouin tent along with draft beer on tap and a few cases of tequila to round it off. And this year one man has taken it on himself to repeat this tradition, we will call him Moses to protect his identity and for the obvious parallels of leading people to the promised land. I have been assured that all the above boxes have been ticked along with the addition of some strange hybrid of a funnel and a women, you can use your imagination as to how that will work. Not a real women, don't be stupid. This ones too much fun to be real!

Thought I'd include this map, it's more for my own reference than yours because now it's on my phone but hey bonus for you.

Ok, that's all for now, this was only supposed to be the briefest of ticklers and I've landed up going most of the way through foreplay so I'm going to stop it here, the real content after all will be coming out of this weekend. If you've booked your ticket I'll stumble in to you there, if not "I pity the fool".

Bull.