Oh my god what an amazing weekend. After the traffic jam from hell I finally got parked and met up with the others around quarter to midnight. I say met I was actually introduced to 7 slightly merry silhouettes around a camping light, most of whom seemed to be called Carl. A few glugs of the special stuff from my thermos and I was as merry as they were. I have to say considering I hadnt met them before, they all made me feel really welcome.
On Saturday I got to see the site and all the sites including the lynx manwash where guys could strip to their undies , stand on a conveyor belt and be lathered by ladies in bikinis and eventuality hosed down. We saw lots of stalls and communal pissing (male and female) against anything that could be described as a wall. The main band we saw on Saturday was the charlatans. I know we saw more than that but theyre the only ones I can remember. We spend a significant amount of time dancing out tits off in one of the tents. Then eventually back to the campsite for beers and random conversation including:
Not ostracized, Ostrich sized, as in the size of an Ostrich
Im always getting poo tashes
Can you hire a gimp
The song that goes doo doo doo doo STELLA
Sunday was fanatic, on the way down I got myself a green cowboy hat which filled me with festival confidence, we started of with the magic numbers, then sang along with keane and after a bit of a chill out we got over to girls aloud who where f***ing amazing, especially their version of I predict a riot.
No matter how great the weekend was, nothing could shave prepared me for the magic of Fatboy slim. Crescendo after crescendo of fantastic tunes. By the end I was dancing like a mad man with nothing on from the waste up other than the cowboy hat.
There is so much more to say about the weekend but I will leave it there for now. You may have noticed I havent mentioned the guy who I went with. The only reason for this is because it still feels a bit soon and I dont want to jinx things. But I did have a great weekend.