I've been to a fair few festival's in my years, Glasto's, Reading, Secret Garden and more recently- the weird and wonderful Bestival. It was indeed a "laff and a half"- however, i am now sitting here with snot dribbling from mynose and a cough to rival a TB patient.
So, are festival's really worth it? Many would say no and you can't really blame them: The extreme lack of sleep, being awoken at 6am by your neighbours threatening to sh*t in your tent and the horrific getting there and back are certainly a reason to scare off the timid. But, amidst the mud and severe sleep deprivation, it is hard not to meet the most strange, eccentric, wonderful people. Amazing music, warm cider, burgers for breakfast, lunch and dinner and an amazing, crazy atmosphere make it a brilliant experience. And with band's playing with names like Loose Moose, Carrie Boom and Sam and the Wong it's hard not to have a laugh, especially if you got the extreme honour of being jabbed with my newly acquired "poking wand". (no sexual pun intended!) So, goodbye summer and goodbye festivals, we shall all miss you.
