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Glastonbury (by train) was with Jacob this year, and they supposedly went as litter pickers. They accidentally met up with someone they knew from Bromsgrove who hadn’t brought a tent and who shared theirs. There was even more mud than the year before (the photos were taken before the rain started) and they arrived home covered in it.
Roland went to other music events with his friends, and mixed music on his turntables at home, and played guitar, and went to the pub, and wrote fragments of poems and stories, and probably took drugs.
At the end of this year he met Bronwyn, the love of his life. He was eighteen and she was twenty-five, and she was from America.
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