The Electric Picnic is in the wrong place. No, I don’t mean Stradbally, nor its choice of acts (Kylie, Raye, Damien, Kneecap, Kojaque: be still my heart) or its curation in general, no, it’s the August thing: having the Picnic in August is like having Christmas in May.
I know it’s only two weeks and a once off occurrence, but I am finding it very discombobulating. I don’t know whether to make further holiday plans or just give in and start covering schoolbooks. I like to deny summer is ending as long as it possible. But this is confusing.
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