Glasto and the Hat
Being of a tall persuasion, and having a fetching reddish pork pie hat - when in crowds some years ago at the mighty Glasto - and when friends became displaced the call of "follow the Hat" would go up. I duly hold the hat up and said lost friends find their way to the hat.

Didn't account for the 25 or so random happy people with no direction of their own at about 2am from the stone circle who ended up following us back to our camp. Great party, but some of the most gloriously weird people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. All of whom were walking off licenses and pharmacies, so much fun was had by all.
(Stewaddy-waddy, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 23:59, Reply)