Filth
Unfortunately I went to V Festival in about 2005. Having been to many festivals before, I was a bit sceptical of the watered down, middle class boring stories I had heard of V. Anyway. I drove into the carpark with two mates, having disco biscuits and a quarter of weed in my back pack. As I looked ahead there was a copper stood in the road waving me into this big tent area. Strange I thought. Turns out they had sniffer dogs and were looking for drugs. Fuck I thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Anyway. He asked me if I had any drugs on me and I told him, yes and pulled them out of my bag. Said filth then asked me what the pills were, to which I replied, I assume they are ecstasy, but I havent had a chance to try them yet. He then asked if I was intending to sell them, or were they for personal use....Hmmm....tricky question. So...one set of finger prints later and one DNA swab and I have a caution and he takes all my drugs. He then asked me if I'd raped anyone and hadnt been caught as they now had my DNA????
Great start to a festival.
Inside the arena they have large screen to which people could text in messages and get them displayed between bands. Twice I texted 'Thanks Branson for the Police on the way in, you ginger bearded cunt'. And they didnt display it. I also texted 'Cheer if you'd rather be in Glasonbury' and they didnt put that up either.
Turns out I was right, festival was utter shite, souless, boring and very middle class. No one getting proper messy and fuck all to do after about 11.30. And no fires. And no fun.
( DumbMonkey The penis mightier than the sword, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 11:38, Reply)