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Trench foot hasn't quite set in yet, but we are not far from it. We've been out for breakfast at the Moonbeam cafe and have discovered why it was so busy round here last night, every one was trying to get into Lost Vagueness to see Fat Boy Slim, thats twice we've missed him now. Still haven't seen the banana guys, although the woman who is either dressed as a pink cruise missile or a squid keeps popping up. The sensible campers are taking their tents back to their cars ready to leave tonight, thats cool, leaves more room for us. The whistle is blowing and we are heading for no-mans land, buck ho chaps! Major Hangups and Sue x x