Homelands Weekend: Chapter 4

In lieu of memory loss between Beck's performance and the end of the Streets, photos will have to take it's place. I'm sorry ladies, but if you ever read this, I have to apologize 'cuz I don't really remember you at all. Well, that's not entirely true, I do remember bits and pieces, but names... forget it. But if you ever read this, do e-mail me and tell me how wasted I was. You're all lovely for posing.

I also have a few other photos as well. They're a little harder to make out, but it's probably the same thing. I had probably met you right around the time in between Beck and the Streets, so if you ever come across this page, drop a comment or an e-mail saying hi. That would prove the Small World Theory.

See what I mean? Very incoherent. Ha ha ha! If you can make yourself out from these photos, you'd probably even win a prize... but then again, probably not.

Yes, if you were wondering, that is me in all three of those pictures. It's a good thing I had those sunglasses on, or else I'd look even more wasted than I do in those pics, I'm sure.

The picture of the festival would have to be Mark's biting of the girl who was sitting on some shoulders in front of us during the Streets. I only know this, 'cuz of the date stamp on the photo and well, it was a funny story that was told over and over again when we got back.

How funny is that? Now if you recognize your ass... then you do deserve a prize! It has to be said. I'm sure we could send Mark out there to do it again... that'd make for an odd and/or interesting prize.

Well, this'll be the end of the Photo Blog. Hope you've enjoyed it... Chapter 5 will be along soon.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7