*I’ve been in the trenches in this lifetime, to bring you this bit of advice.*
I’m generally the most unorganised person on the planet. Well, in a sense I guess. I don’t plan a single thing, and then at the last minute try and pull myself towards myself with some sort of a plan. I’m the person who can’t commit to that event in two weeks time. For Rocking The Daisies last year, I didn’t have a tent, but luckily my friend Jason had one so I used that. I packed a small bag, wore jeans and a jacket, filled my bag with whisky and set off. The more I pack (And the more I own in life), the more I freak out. This is the general theme for a weekend away:
Daisies in 2012 got off to a great start, and before long, on the Friday night I needed a lie down in the tent. After an hour searching for the tent (At this point I was at least half a bottle of whisky down, minus the extra beers), I gave up and tried to find friends. This was unsuccessful and I spent the next hour trying to find my car. Eventually I found it by pressing the alarm button, got in, slept the night in there and nearly froze to death. Wearing a t-shirt, jacket, jeans and boat shoes with no socks isn’t really the way you want to spend your night. I lost feeling in my heel for months after that episode.
I woke up before 6 because I could no longer sit still without freezing to death, so I walked around, found our tent but was suffering from a hangover of nuclear proportions. The smell of booze on me could floor an army, but I couldn’t shower because the thought of doing anything to better myself could have made me sick. By the time I decided to shower, there was a bit of a queue and I needed coffee and food. When you’re hungover,covered in dirt and smell like a 12 hour rage, you need something to freshen you up immediately. A Rehidrat takes care of the feeling inside your body, filling that gaping void that alcohol has created and filled with demons. You do still need something to freshen you up during the day, for when you wake up in the morning and can’t shower for whatever reason. The reason is usually a hangover combined with incredible self loathing. This is me on the Sunday I think (I’m on the far right), with Finch (The human animal) and two other guys who I actually don’t know. They were keen to get their drink on early, and so were we because we are manly, wood chopping men. In this photo I haven’t showered, and am in the exact same clothes that I slept in my car in. You’ll therefore have an idea of how cold I got that night:
Luckily this year I’ve found the solution to getting you to your next shower, without people running for cover as you go past.
It’s called Dirty Body Spray from Lush. I first visited Lush at the V&A Waterfront and got some hair wax there, then I was in Cavendish last week and cruised into the store and tried some of the Dirty Body Spray. I woke up the next day, and I could still smell it. This stuff has serious lasting power, which is just what you need at a festival.
At around R170 (I can’t remember the exact number) for 200ml’s, it’s also cheaper than those other fragrances. And it doesn’t make you smell like a teenager who still think it’s suitable to wear Axe. You’re a grown man dammit!
Dirty Body Spray contains antibacterial and deodorising tarragon, blended with spearmint,thyme, lavender and sandalwood. I’ve been using it since last week and it’s just awesome and it’s on my essential Daisies list for 2013.
Besides the usual cask of whisky and enough Rehidrat sachets to circle the globe at least twice.
Looking for Lush in Cape Town?
They’re at the V&A Waterfront (Opposite the iStore) and in Cavendish, downstairs opposite @Home.
Go grab some and let me know what you think.
Or just buy me a beer at Daisies (Buy me 3 please, I just typed this on my new laptop and can no longer afford life, let alone a social life)