A tiny park surrounded by concrete blocks deep in the throbbing veins of Shoreditch hosted a party with music from the underground last week.
There was eye liner, big hair, lots of black attire and a tonne of the grubbiest bands in the world. Me and my fellow reveller Rosa hopped and skipped about to unearth new bands, chat to fat old bald guys and throw glitter on unsuspecting passers by.
There were rather a few after parties too so we bombarded a couple, (including the kitchen of Rivington Bar and Grill) and ended up in Electricity Showrooms. Which unfortunately was pants. Anyhow the festival was a good egg and I'm definitely warmed up for Field Day on Sataurday. BRING IT!
Funny place to have a snooze!
We Have Band
Dum Dum Girls