Some of you may be wondering where the pets have been for the past few days.
Strangely enough they have just returned from Reading Festival, where they have been very drunk, spilling around listening to Rock music, vomiting behind bushes and talking to complete strangers about absolute crap.
Such is festival life.
They put up their 6 pet tent, unrolled their sleeping bags and unloaded their provisions.
They wandered around site and watched the parade pass before them.
They watched Placebo, the Streets, The Kaiser Cheifs and the Arctic Monkeys. Trotter was very excited about the Arctic Monkeys and could be seen crowd surfing at the front.
Tutz enjoyed the burlesque circus and wonders if being suspended from the ceiling by large hooks in your back might be a bit stingy.
Fing spent an hour and a half queing for the showers only to realise, when a large man stumbled out of a cubicle all covered in soap suds, that they were all, infact, fucked, and was forced to join the hoi polloi in the communal showers, a distressing experience that he hopes never to experience ever again.
They met some cool people, some fucked people, some were handsome, but most pig ugly.
They have returned today exhausted and are now planning some home improvements and college courses for the new year.
