Well, that was just excellent!
Friday: By some strange coincidence we ran into Stytzer on the plane. As always it was a pleasure and we had a good chat about music and favourite Mew-songs. Met up with the rest of the dudes in Gatwick, picked up our car and off we went. And here begins the legend of CJ :-). I'll leave out rather a lot of the details, but:
1: It took us 7(!) hours to get to Minehead, because he had to go to the bathroom every 20 minutes.
2: As that was mainly due to him drinking large amounts of beer and half a bottle of Scotch, we also had the pleasure of hearing him make the funniest rant about "people wearing Vibskov clothes and liking Townes Van Zandt" I've ever heard and
3: Missing most of Yo La Tengo. And a million other things! So we didn't hear that much music that night, but those of us who didn't get banned for "dancing badly :-)", danced a bit and had a few drinks, too. And here's an odd fact: Bartenders at Butlin's Minehead seem to believe that you can:
1: Make a Bloody Mary with ketchup and water. And
2: Make a White Russian with lemonade.
Then we went to bed.
Saturday: English breakfast, beer, cider. Hearing Harmony Rockets play one chord for 20 minutes. Hearing Spectrum play one chord for 20 minutes. Hearing J. Mascis & the Fog play a very nice concert. Hearing My Bloody Valentine play a not very nice concert. Dancing like devils to the coolest two DJs. Going to bed.
Sunday: Sunday roast. Beer. Cider. Watching weird ATP tv. Playing pool. Swervedriver, which was amazing! Playing air hockey. Beer. Múm, while we sat at Burger King. Dancing like devils to one of the two coolest DJs. Party at crazy Norwegians' place. Bed.
Monday: Going home (rather much faster :-)).
And wow! The combination: Holiday resort/Festival/Somerset is weird beyond belief. And brilliant. Go there, if you can. And a video: