Husky Galore

My plan for Friday was to meet my friend Oli for dinner, but when I found out about Crystal Palace Garden Party I managed to persuade him that instead of a meal in central London, he wanted to travel out to the badlands to see a Pink Floyd tribute band.

Crystal Palace Park is quite big and it took us a while to find the venue. We purchased some drinks vouchers and visited the beer tent, which was dispensing real ale and a good selection of ciders. This was just fine; if I'm going to pay £4 a pint, it might as well be a pint of something tasty.

Then, as it grew dark and the strains of Shine On You Crazy Diamond pt 1 washed over us, we lay back on the grass and attempted to spot the International Space Station with the help of Oli's smartphone.

I think I've seen Just Floyd before; they must be my local Pink Floyd tribute band. They were also a grammatically-correct tribute band, singing "Teacher, leave those kids alone".

The band ran out of time at 10:15, finishing with Run Like Hell - which we did, for the exit, beating the rush only to get lost and wind up at Gipsy Hill, one stop further down the line than Crystal Palace. I was still home twenty minutes later. Now that's my kind of festival.