Knitty McKnitterson

Just got back up to Edinburgh from home and it is as cold as a bitch of a February. This got me thinking about Glastonbury and how I should definitely consider the prospect of it being vile and offensive weather and consequently me being a not-so-happy camper. Such an unwelcome to the festival of all festivals is not guaranteed of course but if I turn up in disco shorts and sunnies and the Lord has sent storms I'll cry myself through Beyonce (like I won't anyway).

I wish for jumpers and socks and shorts like the following to fall upon me in my meteorological realism. Please, baby Jesus, if you can't bring sun, bring knitwear.
Oh and the thighs that are also pictured.
Thanks, Love Me.