Roskilde day 2 - entrance at last

After a catastrophic beginning, things started to look up for the Two Roberts.

This is part 2 of a series. You can read part one if you like.

Thanks to a heroic effort on the part of the fabulous Mr Gwynn, we are finally inside!

He went to my house, knocked on the door and introduced himself to my flatmates, waited there for two and a half hours for the landlord to come around and unlock my bedroom door, and send photos of my tickets to a bunch of people.

That man deserves a DB.

The evening was spent listening to Swedish "grime" music, eating Mexican food and drinking with Swedes. Jack's lovely sister Sunny studies in Glasgow, Scotland, but wasn't prepared for the kilt-wearing Swedish man who decided to expose his root vegetables at close range. There were people wearing kilts and flying kites around high-voltage power pylons, though, so maybe nature will take its course.

Stay tuned!