Electric Picnic’s unwashed masses have arrived home after an unforgettable (or unrememberable, if the rave in the forest is your kind of thing) weekend sleeping in a minefield of empty cans of Prazsky and the occasional sheep turd. This is a look back at the experiences of one lad whose festival was a constant reminder that he was less cool than almost everyone else in attendance. And to any future employers out there Googling my name off a CV at the bottom of a drawer, read the following with a pinch of salt. Also, I work great in teams. My party reaped the rewards of … Continue reading The EP Diary