Well I am now ready to post back about this festival since yesterday was a complete write off. I had such a great time, I think it was the best festival I have been to yet.
The weather was stunning. I am burnt like fuck! I lived and died in this long hippie skirt and various strappy tops, slapping on the factor 15 all day but still we are dusty and sunburnt.
Our camping neighbours were excellent, this girl from Bristol and her partner who got off their tits quite royally, and he leant me his guitar. The thing about camping is that you might not be able to see people but you can definitely hear them, and I liked their banter and they didnt row or exchange sharp remarks at all, and I really liked that. We had other neighbours who weren't so good, young folk who kept going on about getting tits out and their fucking language as well!


There were loads basically, people you pass on the way in and out from your tent in various states of undress and wankeredness throughout the weekend. I made friends with a red haired young fella who worked out, and I put suncream on his back, and arms cos he obviously couldnt reach them either.

I played guitar quite a lot at the campsite which was good for me to do and I got a couple of compliments as well.
There was dub going somewhere the whole weekend, interspersed with great little folkie players telling their stories. We saw this band whom I didnt initially like but who really turned me on in the end; drum and bass style drumming, very light; slightly offkey guitar playing and droning over the top, a la Radiohead, so we liked them. We also saw that famous folk singer woman who everybody loves singing songs about it being a fine fine world. I liked the lyrics from all the folk singers, very positive. I also bumped into the spell selling man with his hat on selling spells and although I didnt buy one, we did tell him we'd bought one in the Assembly Rooms in winter one year.
Of course not being a drinker or anything really, yet drinking steadily, I was wankered pretty much all throughout, with Saturday coming in the winner. I made lots of friends, largely by crashing into them and then staying. Myself William and Debs all made the most of the beer and cider varieties and I was very very pleased to note that the staff did not even mention the carrying thro of beer into the arena. I fell off many seats backwards, I made friends with an old Liverpudlian fella and we had a whos had the hardest life contest where we both eventually burst into tears and then wiped the tears off each others face, I think that was quite late on though. I stumbled across a curly haired man having a piss up the side of this van and I pulled my own pants down as well but then it was just so funny I couldnt go so we had this conversation about why he loved metal. It was the lights shining thro his hair whilst I heard him pissing I think that made me laugh! I took one magic mushroom as well and proceeded to talk codshite, I really did meet so many people stumbling about by myself.
All in all I had a wicked time and am not sure I can make Strawberry Fair this weekend now as I need to get over it all! And I did the worst packing up of the tent job ever!!
