Festival Hangovers don't exist.
Last time I went to Reading, I awoke in a boiling hot tent.

"I say," I thought "the sun is beating down, it must be approaching midday!"

I stuck my head out of the tent. "Oi!" I shouted to my compadres "You up?"

"Yeah" came the reply.

With that, we all crawled out of our tents, dishevelled and dirty.

"Beer anyone?"

Cans were duly opened. It was only then I realised that it was 8am.
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Mon 18 Aug 2008, 16:18, Reply)