Force Fox Five

I've written the caption to those photographs at least 3 times now.

Basically, I've decided I'm getting sick of plagiarising other people's cool shit all the time.

So instead I'll create a catalogue of boring events in my life.

SO. Basically, these photographs are of a couple of strangers I met in Glastonbury - where else? - anyway, the first guy was a self-professed gulf war veteran, recovered smack addict, and born-again Christian/Buddhist or whatever they call the religion where people use words like 'energy' and 'meaning'. He went by the name of "Froggy".

The other guy, Timmy, sat down beside me with a bottle of cheap white wine and a box of mince pies (at 11 o'clock in the morning in MARCH). I baldly pointed out the inappropriateness of both these factors and he just looked at me balefully. He had pastry and crystalised fruit all over his face. 

"You're right," said he. "I need to sort myself out, don' I?"

What IS it about this girl??