Everyone knows Reading is better than Leeds
I’m selling one ticket for Bastille and The Killers tomorrow in Belfast
I really love the fact that for a few weeks every year Britain absolutely loses its shit over a bunch of people we’ve never seen before in our lives squatting in front of ovens and crying over the texture of cake I feel like it really brings us together in combined fear of soggy bottomsI’m sorry, what? Can someone explain this to me?
hahaah what a shit day, my excitement for Reading has disappeared completely
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