I’m certain I speak on behalf of the majority when I say that shelling out over one hundred pounds to live like a medieval peasant for 5 days is somewhat of a tall order. In most circumstances we wouldn’t tolerate queuing an hour to perform any basic bodily function like drinking or peeing, contracting what feels like a severe bout of pneumonia from sleeping in an old porous tent or eating sausages that are so drenched in oil you wonder why Bush didn’t just invade the burger stand they came from. So what keeps us coming back to festivals? It certainly can’t be the exotic weather, impeccable hygiene levels and splendid cuisine. Despite the fact that the site looks like a refugee camp for victims of some tragic natural disaster, the rush you get when you first step onto that beer-can studded field is unbeatable. You can’t avoid the infectious feeling of abandon; people grin at you when you catch their eye and here your next-door neighbours actually do pop round with a cup of sugar...well, a couple of Carlings .
Festivals are quite possibly the closest thing to utopia in this day and age. Everyone belongs at a festival; yes, even the bleary-eyed emo-kid who appears to be caught in the throes of some emotional crisis isn’t out of place. Indeed for every festival goer there’s a band to fit. A festival is a great leveller of society; people find common ground, whether it’s at a comedy tent, observing the latest brain-shredding indie fad or, on a more literal level, actually sharing common ground for urination purposes. Be sure to wave goodbye to your woes at a festival. For on that hallowed turf there is no such thing as mortgages or misery, the only problems encountered are bowel-related.
Let’s all embrace the festival vibe and nurture our inner-peasant. A little bit of fun never hurt anyone.
Festivals are quite possibly the closest thing to utopia in this day and age. Everyone belongs at a festival; yes, even the bleary-eyed emo-kid who appears to be caught in the throes of some emotional crisis isn’t out of place. Indeed for every festival goer there’s a band to fit. A festival is a great leveller of society; people find common ground, whether it’s at a comedy tent, observing the latest brain-shredding indie fad or, on a more literal level, actually sharing common ground for urination purposes. Be sure to wave goodbye to your woes at a festival. For on that hallowed turf there is no such thing as mortgages or misery, the only problems encountered are bowel-related.
Let’s all embrace the festival vibe and nurture our inner-peasant. A little bit of fun never hurt anyone.
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