Festivals for the over Forties

Deckchairs, Tupperware cheese platters, chiller bags, pot bellies, vino, sunshine, intoxication, and 10 acres of MILFS (the latter being the description of James Reyne, not myself) made up the recent Day on the Green at a Brissy semi-rural winery on the weekend. School gate mums, council employees, hairdressers & accountants all put aside their tools of trade & fruits of loins to gather hillside & rock on to their fave bands of a youth long gone. The line up consisted of Boom Crash Opera, the poetic James Reyne, Baby Animals, the Angels, & my faves, Hoodoo Gurus. Kenny the toilet man could have upped the ratio of porta-loos to patrons, but aside from that, it was a chilled arvo.