The weather is going to be perfect, the chops have been sharpened, the Horns have been assembled from far-flung and exotic places (Webridge, Southend and Watford). The set list is written, the French words learned and then forgotten, the Asbo Dereks preparing their provocations and searing pop. You must be mad not to come. I don't care if it feels like a long way from Hastings! I don't care if it feels like a long way from Pecehaven! I don't care if it feels like a long way from Rottingdean or Portslade! Or Firle, Hassocks or Lewes!
It will be worth it, because you are worth it (apologies to hair shampoo and cosmetic manufacturers).