The time we bailed
IOW 2006.
Had spent most of the weekend at the very front barrier, trying not to pass out from heat or sweaty armpits. The Friday night saw us throwing ourselves around to The Prodigy, much to our enjoyment, despite Beth losing her shoes and having to walk back to the tent through the piss...

Saturday, we decided to glue ourselves to the front again, kidding ourselves that its a good place to be in 30 degree heat, no water and nowhere to wee. We'd managed to get our way in quite early thanks to Beth's secret weapons: her ginormous tits and the biggest sombrero known to man. We'd been there all day, trying not to pass out, sharing the meagre cups of water, being shoved around by guys with guyliner and "RAWK" hands waiting for Foo Fighters, and dodging the abuse for being front row with a fucking sombrero. We stood our ground, got lairy and shrieky as girls do and danced around a bit to some Primal Scream.

Foos come on and all hell breaks loose. With Beth in flip-flops and a sombrero and me almost dying we take one look at each other and push our way through the 75,000-strong crowd...where we traipsed back to our tent, got into bed (around 10pm) and went to sleep instead of throwing ourselves around to Dave Grohl. Fucksocks.

Having said that, saw Rage at Reading last year and I was four rows from the front, being catapulted up and down in the pit and had the time of my life. Who says you need a sombrero to have fun?!
(meowmix is a voodoo child, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 23:16, Reply)