Post by Nik on Jul 5, 2004 14:58:33 GMT -5
Left with Mr see, kirk, simon and amanda at the ungodly hour of 5AM. Seeing as we'd all sat awake for the whole night it wasn't entirly unpredictable that i would fall asleep on the coach to london, funnily enough thats what happened.
'Woke' in london and doing a very good zombie impression wandered after my mates. We're in london for a few hours so we went to starbucks, had never been and it seemed something to do. Brought this really small dose of cold coffee for 2 quid, good preperation for festival prices as it turned out. Downed the stuff and was suddenly more awake than i had been in days... good shit indeed!
The next coach eventually got us to a place very near the festival for about 12ish. Wandered along into the place and after being fleeched for programs and laminates we got our wristbands, the que for this was all of 5 minutes.
Every campsite we went into seemed to be full, but eventaully we ended up in brown 1 or brown A and there was an oasis of empty ground just big enough to fit us all, and such it was that we pitched our tents.
Once pitched we decided we needed stuff to put into our tents! Another of our number was coming down in a van complete with all our stuff so we gave her a ring, she said she would be 2 hours at the max.
We went shopping to pass the time, much tat was purchased, including silly string with which psy and his tent were coated in. Once we got back to the campsite all but me and mark decided they wanted to go and have another look around, we were being lazy and stayed put, it was 'kin hot after all.
While we sat there discovering how truly dire programs are we were interupted by 2 individuals who couldn't decide wheteher they wanted to steal our rubbish or bare their arses, they did either often... although they ended up dropping the rubbish as they left.
Next came the scary sticker man. He looked like he was gonna knife us, he really did, and he was selling stickers. We brought stickers to avoide ending up as pieces in little plastic bags, i stuck this crappy little cnd sticker to my tent and within an hour the little piece of crap had blown away... at least i'm alive though.
Rung up the van as its been 2 and a half hours, apparently traffics really abd and their gonna ne another 2 hours... damn it they have all the booze, not to mention food, chairs, sleeping bags... and most importantly they have all the booze.
The group regrouped and we went searching for fire wood, so basically we went and cut down bits of the trees. Seemed like the rest fo the festival had had this idea the day before as there was no decent wood left.
We needed to break the wood down into smaller pieces, we decided the best way to do this involved kirk swinging the wood into a metal army helmet worn by mark. This was not only the best way but also imsensly funny, i think that was when our neighbours really noticed us. Mark was an absolute pussy and quit after the 3rd or 4th hit though, aperntly it really hurt...
Another 2 hours passed, we rang again, 'yeah we ain't moved since you last rang so it's gonna be another 2 hours'... what the fuck!
Me and psy snap and head off to reading town centre in search of food, we find an iceland after half an hours wlaking. We buy a load of food and drink and then go to pay. As we leave the building we get a phone call from the campsite, of course its saying that the van's here.
The vans parked a good1 5 minute walk from the campsite and theres a good laod of carrying to be done. Me and mark set off with this 'kin heavy thing cotnianing all the booze, of course navigation skills fail us and we wander aimlessly luggin this heavy fucker for almost an hour... at one point we saw our field but it was blocked by a river!
Its about 10ish and at long last all the shits in the campsite and i start drinking, vodka and tango fruit twist mix, really nice actaully. Me and psy go with the newly arrived terrie to get a writsband. This involves singing a version of hi ho with a paedophilic twista and doing massive conga lines.
More drinking ensured and eventually all but me and psy went asleeping. I went a wandering... played some shit guitar (the owner was playign a soleful indy 'classic' when i reached that campsite), got offered acid, clapped some making out lesbains and generally titted about.
Drank some more... somebody put a perminent marker mostach and beard on my face ... i;d sweat it off over the next day. Eventaully i passed out and simon dumped me in his tent.
The next day was the 1st day of the festival...
'Woke' in london and doing a very good zombie impression wandered after my mates. We're in london for a few hours so we went to starbucks, had never been and it seemed something to do. Brought this really small dose of cold coffee for 2 quid, good preperation for festival prices as it turned out. Downed the stuff and was suddenly more awake than i had been in days... good shit indeed!
The next coach eventually got us to a place very near the festival for about 12ish. Wandered along into the place and after being fleeched for programs and laminates we got our wristbands, the que for this was all of 5 minutes.
Every campsite we went into seemed to be full, but eventaully we ended up in brown 1 or brown A and there was an oasis of empty ground just big enough to fit us all, and such it was that we pitched our tents.
Once pitched we decided we needed stuff to put into our tents! Another of our number was coming down in a van complete with all our stuff so we gave her a ring, she said she would be 2 hours at the max.
We went shopping to pass the time, much tat was purchased, including silly string with which psy and his tent were coated in. Once we got back to the campsite all but me and mark decided they wanted to go and have another look around, we were being lazy and stayed put, it was 'kin hot after all.
While we sat there discovering how truly dire programs are we were interupted by 2 individuals who couldn't decide wheteher they wanted to steal our rubbish or bare their arses, they did either often... although they ended up dropping the rubbish as they left.
Next came the scary sticker man. He looked like he was gonna knife us, he really did, and he was selling stickers. We brought stickers to avoide ending up as pieces in little plastic bags, i stuck this crappy little cnd sticker to my tent and within an hour the little piece of crap had blown away... at least i'm alive though.
Rung up the van as its been 2 and a half hours, apparently traffics really abd and their gonna ne another 2 hours... damn it they have all the booze, not to mention food, chairs, sleeping bags... and most importantly they have all the booze.
The group regrouped and we went searching for fire wood, so basically we went and cut down bits of the trees. Seemed like the rest fo the festival had had this idea the day before as there was no decent wood left.
We needed to break the wood down into smaller pieces, we decided the best way to do this involved kirk swinging the wood into a metal army helmet worn by mark. This was not only the best way but also imsensly funny, i think that was when our neighbours really noticed us. Mark was an absolute pussy and quit after the 3rd or 4th hit though, aperntly it really hurt...
Another 2 hours passed, we rang again, 'yeah we ain't moved since you last rang so it's gonna be another 2 hours'... what the fuck!
Me and psy snap and head off to reading town centre in search of food, we find an iceland after half an hours wlaking. We buy a load of food and drink and then go to pay. As we leave the building we get a phone call from the campsite, of course its saying that the van's here.
The vans parked a good1 5 minute walk from the campsite and theres a good laod of carrying to be done. Me and mark set off with this 'kin heavy thing cotnianing all the booze, of course navigation skills fail us and we wander aimlessly luggin this heavy fucker for almost an hour... at one point we saw our field but it was blocked by a river!
Its about 10ish and at long last all the shits in the campsite and i start drinking, vodka and tango fruit twist mix, really nice actaully. Me and psy go with the newly arrived terrie to get a writsband. This involves singing a version of hi ho with a paedophilic twista and doing massive conga lines.
More drinking ensured and eventually all but me and psy went asleeping. I went a wandering... played some shit guitar (the owner was playign a soleful indy 'classic' when i reached that campsite), got offered acid, clapped some making out lesbains and generally titted about.
Drank some more... somebody put a perminent marker mostach and beard on my face ... i;d sweat it off over the next day. Eventaully i passed out and simon dumped me in his tent.
The next day was the 1st day of the festival...
