'I took a Pill at Eleven...'

The 'pill' comment is one I wouldn't ever want to hear from my audience participant. He, Alex, also asked if he added value?
Oh, and told me to put both my legs round him properly, please...

Wonderful weekend at Wilderness Festival.

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