The Reading Gallery 1

Here it is folks. Sorry I haven't updated for a week but what with the new term starting I have been pretty busy. But enough of that. I present to you the first of 2 galleries of the 2005 Reading Festival.

This gallery is of the campsite and the people who I am proud to call my friends...

Right... On with the show!

Here we see Mr John Robinson (Photographus Maximus) in the age old tradition of "shoe swigging" where by one attempts to consume a quantity of alchohol from a form of traditional footwear.

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Mr Robinson again, this time actually in the process of filling the shoe with his favorite beverage, Jack Daniels and coke. This type of behaviour has never before been witnessed first -hand in the wild.

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Dwelling next door to Mr Robinson was Mr Adam Turbitt. (Sensiblius Sensiblius) In this early morning photo the subject appears to be confused and dosile, probably due to lack of sleep. Do not let this facade fool you, however, as Mr Turbitt will often strike without warning and is particularly quick over short distances.

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Ah, now we come to one of my favorite photos. A view of the campsite. Points of interest include my own dwelling, on the right, and the face of Miss Gemma Tonks (Lovelius Carlsbergia) peering out of her shared dwelling.

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Here is a lovely view of some other dwellings dotted around the field. As you can see, territory is scarce and the different tribes will often fight for supremecy over a claim to a particular area of land.

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Here, I am (on the right) joined my Mr John Robinson and Mr Adam Turbitt as we came across the second rarest species at the festival. Mr Luke Turbitt (Totalius Insanium) a close relation to Mr Adam Turbitt, but with a much more colourful plumage, as seen here.

Is it with regret that after a whole weekend with my cameras at the ready, I failed to catch the rarest species at the festival on film. That species being Miss Jo Hindmarsh. (shortius but sweetius) There is little photographic footage of this species as the sight of a camera causes her to dive back into her dwelling. One thing is fact though: Without her, or indeed the others, the whole weekend just wouldn't have been as good...