on the last night of leeds there was some tubby middle aged bloke [not that tubby middle aged blokes should not be at gigs] wearing a bum bag + pacamac around his waist [definitely something wrong with those things being at gigs//in public] and he was right in front of me sort of chaperoning his ~12 y.o. daughter // diminutive wife and the bum bags kept squishing into me and i was repulsed and he was slowly-but-violently-headbanging with no below-neck movement, and then he turned around and had a go at some girls and then fran licked one of his bum bags lmao
“Found in the warm waters of the Mediterranean Sea, Bonellia Viridis (the Green Spoonworm) begins life as free-floating flake-like larvae. When they settle on the sea floor, they mature over a period of years into 10-centimetre-long females.
Many, however do not make it this far. If a larva should settle on top of a female instead, she produces a chemical called bonellin that turns the larva into a tiny male. This male then creeps up her body and into her mouth, from where it migrates down to her uterus.
Once inside the female, males assume a parasitic existence: they depend on the female for their nourishment. But there is mutual benefit. With up to 20 males safely holed up inside her genital sac, the female can get her eggs fertilised without expending any effort on finding a mate.”—
leeds festival was deliriously good. so happy. the shittiness of this past week however has been impressive. one more let down to finish it off tonight perhaps? food disappointment must come in threes. off to work. i could walk aha