I know. We did tradition last week. But being an open minded TLF there’s always room for some new ones. Even if they are a bit dangerous.
Early Cropedy form was along usual lines.
Noon was always marked with a suitable beverage.
Waterproofs were required.
And then on Friday our festival field neighbours, in a neighbourly kind of a way, introduced TLF and associates (2 Swedes, 1 Forest fan – god help me) to their tradition, which is Shots Friday. It does exactly what it says on the tin, and is deceptively civilised. There are trays and there are individual glasses.
And there’s a clear one that’s not very nice (I don’t mean to be ungrateful but it was grim), and then another clear one that takes the enamel off your teeth, and then there’s a yellow one that tastes like rhubarb and custard, and some home made sloe gin, and then another red one and then apparently there’s a green one. Which TLF feels obliged to try several times. And then….
…there is oblivion. Followed 90 minutes later by some TLF shaped confusion. “What happened to that band everyone said I would like, where have all these selfies come from and why aren’t I wearing my wellies any more?” Apparently TLF had a shots induced urgent need to go back to the tent and change into her trainers. And no, you not are not seeing that photographic evidence.
As ever Cropredy is a magical and chilled weekend bubble of music, great company and excess. Losing control of your footwear was a new one on me. Is that traditional? I’ll let you know next year.