Italian Media Gone Crazy/ Dour

So, apparently I've been accepted to my second choice of Journalism and Contemporary History. I think by accepting the offer I subconciously think I can save Italy from self-destruction. La Repubblica, the only newspaper I've actually willingly followed in the past year has perenally failed me by starting an intense campaign against Berlusconi. For the past week the headline news has concerned some sort of affair Berlusconi has been having with an escort. I have no idea what's going on with the G8, but I'm being forced to listen to phone conversations between some random prostitute and our humiliating PM. This really puts a stamp on the general depression Italy has fallen in, which had been previously confirmed with the high percentage of votes for the Lega Nord in the European elections. I really need to find some books to read this weekend in Rome, so I can start understanding why the situation came down to what it has.

On a differnet note, yesterday I returned from my first festival experience in a good 2 years. Having Lowlands as my only festival experience, I was hardly prepared for the level of hygene and drug abuse of Dour. I felt pretty out of place being there solely for the music, especially when it came to seeing performances put on by people such as Venetian Snares and Aphex Twin. The only bands that left a lasting impression ultimatley were Meshuggah and Gong, two bands that I've never even listened to. Aside from Deerhoof, most of the bands were putting a very concise effort into turning their performance into a mega rave - especially 65daysofstatic, who I'd last seen about 4 years ago in a tiny venue.

Baah, I'm not even going to try and write about music because I know it's going to be a massive fail.
For the rest, nothing much more on my mind other than roads and vehicles; I've been studying for my driving theory exam, and I think all my text book has succeeded in teaching me is that RIGHT HAS PRIORITY and that I should make sure I don;t run over children in pedestrian priority areas. Balls. I think after this I'm going to put a concise effort into getting back into reading, taking photos and learning about music. I am too scared to start university having no intersts whatsoever, to just find myself eating greasy food at 4am on 68 different substances. Bad, bad prospect.

(Some pictures I feel I need to add to make the post look appealing:)
Probably the best use made of the chardonnay we bought.
My friend asked me to put "anything fruity" in a random bottle of vodka which they had found on the camping, so I could smuggle it into the festival. My friends took this more than literally. I refused to taste it and just like the wine and most of the food we bought, this too went to complete waste.

The look adopted by someone who went to his first festival with the idea of out-festivaling everyone else.