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By some odd twist that neither Number Two nor Favourite Friend can explain, face painting has turned into arm painting. Clearly, its time to call it a day.
"Were Darth Maul!" they offer holding up their freshly blackened limbs.
"What did you think of the festival?" I ask.
"It was awesome."
"Why?" I ask, certain that the impromptu body painting session will be the answer.
"The bands!" Favourite Friend answers.
"Yeah, they were awesome," echoes Number Two.