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I booked my chalet when the only announced artists were Thurston and Iggy (et Co.).
Everything else is gravy... noisy abrasive sledgehammer-migraine-inducing GRAVY. I love it.
God bless Thurston and all who sail in him.
As for Iggy.. I'd beg steal kill and die for Iggy. And have. I'd even go to Butlins for him. Oh yes.
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