100 and 73.

Saturday: three masked DJs and a voodoo doll on the Wolfson stage. We won the College DJ competition. 

The married steward turned fifty halfway into our set, paraded across the dancefloor and opened the upstairs bar. Then he came out as gay. 

At the end of Sunday I realised the voodoo doll was missing. Found it arms flailing, still grinning, sitting outside the annexe staring towards my bedroom window. Scary. 

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