Hello, sorry I've been out of action for so long. I'm sure you're all devastated....I hope that this first installment of Truck Festival photos makes up for my absence! They go over to the next page so don't forget to click on the most recent archives link on the left of the page for more! Enjoy! (stay tuned for some amazing cock rock phtots and much much more tomorrow!!!) xxx

The Sha La Las, Piney Gir  

The Sha La Las 

The Sha La Las bassist gives Courtney Love fans a shock 

The Raveonettes get through to the final round of the Jo Whiley lookalikes competition 

The Raveonettes get through to the final round of the Lou Reed lookalikes competition 

Motormark visit the dentist 

MC Lars forgets the words to Rapbeth... 

Robin Goldrush realising the look had already been done by Nicky Wire years earlier.... 

Main stage 

This crowd is bananas - b, a, n, a, n, a, s.... 

Biffy Clyro  

Biffy Clyro, Truck Festival 2005  

What a sodding anti-climax finishing my course was. Went in to get my results from my tutor who had given me a time to meet him and get them only to find him not in his office and no where to be found in college, after waiting for the best part of an hour I realised that I had been stood up. Word got round that he had gone to the pub or something. This just about sums up our whole 'relationship', he doesn't give a shit about me and I have been waiting for this to change for the entire year, it never has. Oh well, I guess I should be used to this by now, it bears an uncanny resemblance to most of my romantic relationships too. So anyway, there I was sat in a dark corridor waiting for some stupid man I have zero respect for to tell me my worth, so to speak - to give me grades on my general right to be exist and be on the planet attempting to have a life (too dramatic? it's not) and along comes a woman to save me from my misery, another tutor with a key to his office! Horah! Taking the power back! There's a message in there somewhere. anyway so we break in and find the results....and what, you probably don't cry, are they?! Lets just say, my tutor does not think I will be giving Mario Testino a run for his money at any point in the near future. On account of the print quality of the prints I printed on the same professional printer we have at college that he reccomended to us and looked at last week and said were fine. I give up. Why did I bother with this course? All it has done is reinforce all my insecurities about ever being good at anything or having a career or a life outside of retail. Oh joy. Plus I made friends with a psychopath who almost killed me (I have to stop befriending these people just because I am a little on the insane side myself) fell in love with a teenage girl and used up far too much of the world's resourses in paper by being the shittest person ever to ever gain access to a darkroom and attempt to use it. Ever.

So I am feeling a little flat and not just because I am only an A cup in bra size, although this doesn't help when trying to boost my own confidence. Just because today I went back to work in my shop and nothing has changed, I'm the same as I was this time last year, my life is no different. I will probably just be a shop assistant forever. What's the point in doing things to better yourself, no one really shares in your achievements or really acknowledges them, do they? Unless you like, win an Oscar or organise the biggest concert ever staged, you know - who cares? But for the record because no one else may realise, completing this course without killing myself has been my equivalent to organising Live 8. I would pat myself on the back but since giving up yoga cos it didn't make me thin, I'm not that flexible.

And to rub salt into my wounds, I am photographing a wedding in Swindon tomorrow. Swindon. SWINDON! My life should not be like this.