Heh
I was there that festival. I recall many many bottle wars.
Amongst my group of friends is the tale, that night, of another mate coming back from Manson, having wrestled his way to the front, with soaking wet trousers and a soporific grin. He then collapsed outside his tent.
Good times. Not as extreme as yours, but still.
ps - I saw the Manics right up close :P
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Sat 6 Jun 2009, 15:03, Reply)