Beautiful moments you say...
Well then. Sitting with my family watching a live volcano blow its top in Costa Rica was pretty damn special. The locals had said it was overdue a bit of a bang so we'd gone up a neighbouring hill to sit and watch just on the off-chance, and after 3 hours of being rained on in the dark with the view totally blocked by nasty black clouds we were packing up to go home... but all of a sudden the rain stopped, the clouds vanished and the whole thing went boom in mind-blowingly spectacular fashion. Amazing, frankly.

Oh - and snorkelling over coral reefs in Kenya for pretty much a whole day, in no rush to go anywhere at all. That was nice.

Apart from that, good festivals are always packed with those lully moments... like me and my then girlfriend, completely arseholed after a full day of messy excess at Glastonbury, having a water pistol fight with a confused and incredibly cute 3 year old kid called Milo who'd accidentally managed to eat something trippy, and his very concerned mum. For an hour. With Squarepusher playing just round the corner.

Or... sitting on a hill for a whole day looking down on everything at the Palgowan festival (3 days, 1,500 super-friendly hippies and half a dozen soundsystems in the Galloway forest) last year - just utter relaxation in the glorious sunshine with 2 of my best mates and no contact whatsoever with the outside world.

Can't complain, really.
( Button Man ...a right bottom feeder., Mon 14 Mar 2005, 19:08, Reply)