‘Unfortunately Ham got caught directly in the middle of a mud-fight in 2023 and slipped. Found himself going down face first in the mud,’ Owen tells us. ‘He was quite upset.’
‘I thought it was my last day,’ Josh says. ‘I should make it clear that I’m not the most sturdy of men. I’m like a blade of grass. When the wind blows, I simply go down.’
‘Hey, I tried to catch you, you know,’ Owen offers.
‘Well, you didn’t do a great job,’ Josh snaps. ‘I will have the taste of wet festival mud burned into the back of my brain until my last breath.’
‘What does it taste like?’ Hennie asks, her voice wobbling with mirth.
Josh’s voice takes on an affected and haunted tone. ‘A strange combination of cow smell and feet. It has never left me. It consumes me.’ His head whips around at Owen fiercely. ‘Thanks again, Owen.’
‘Have you told them about The List?’ Owen asks Josh.
‘Oh, no. You’re not the only one on a mission, my cherubs.’ Josh pulls his phone out of his pocket. ‘And this mission has lasted a lifetime. Bear witness to the wonders of… TheList.’
I lean forward with Hennie to read a long checklist on his notes app.
RANSOM
Sushi King, no matter how long the queue
Try every cocktail available (NEW ONE this year - MJ’s)
Craft something at the lakes (something for Cassie??)
Annual photo at the grand
Facetime AJ for that famous ‘High Stakes’ song
FRONT ROW for Cherry Wave
