Green fingers and window lickers

Green Man may have taken place over the weekend, but unfortunately I wasn't there to witness the likes of Spiritualized, Fuck Buttons and The Archie Bronson Outfit. Neither was I at The Festival For People Who Don't Like Music, unlike a certain someone Who Does Like Music - amazing what the lure of a headlining set from Muse and the free lager backstage can do to a man...

No, on Saturday afternoon I was admiring fat marrows, plates of potatoes and jars of jam at a horticultural show. Clearly horticultural shows are the new rock 'n' roll. Jenni's mum scooped the top three prizes in the gladioli category - if Morrissey ever finds himself short, then he knows where to go.

After that, there was the wedding reception proper for the do we went to Slovenia for last month (to be written up as and when the opportunity presents itself - see above). A much more down-to-earth affair than the spectacular wedding, it was held in the function room of a country pub near Oldham, with locally brewed real ales and meat and potato pie to enjoy. Yet somehow, in amongst the staples (Abba, 'It's Raining Men' etc) and the New Order classics included for the groom's benefit, the DJ managed to slip in Aphex Twin's 'Windowlicker' - something I've never heard at a wedding reception before, and suspect I'm never likely to again. Perhaps he was just trying to make up for me missing out on the festival action taking place elsewhere...