Festivals IIIt's that time of year again
I was at a free festival outside Worthing in the early 90s, expounds Richard mcbeef off the internet. A bloke went mental on the dancefloor and started hitting people. He was restrained, calmed down, but then did it again, a good three times more. Eventually he was pursued around the arena by an ever-growing number of people, like in Benny Hill. He was chased into a massive nettle patch and ended up tied to a chair.
Tell us your festival experiences.
(, Thu 25 Jun 2015, 9:45)
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Glastonbury VirginI first went to Glastonbury in 1998. It was still fairly anarchic then - this was before the Superfence, so there were huge numbers of fencejumpers and crusties -- a much more eclectic crowd than these days.
My first impression was rather overwhelming. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to cope, to be honest. I looked around; there were dwarves, giants, wizards and witches, wild-eyed heroes, doe-eyed maidens, evil-eyed villains, and non-human creatures of all kinds, leering and chittering. There was an incredible noise, and an even more incredible smell. It was a huge city, offering pleasures and dangers of limitless variety. There was a tower in the distance, and river of mud oozing turgidly through the centre of it all.
Suddenly I realised exactly where I was, and everything made sense. Clearly I had arrived in Ankh-Morpork.
(, Wed 1 Jul 2015, 17:10, 2 replies)
It wasn't Ankh-Morpork.It was a muddy hole full of cunts, and the year that made me realise I'd had enough of Glastonbury. I haven't been since.
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The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Wed 1 Jul 2015, 22:46,
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alright emvee(, Wed 1 Jul 2015, 22:50, closed)
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