Aug 15, 2007
Aug 20, 2007
We arrive at the festival campsite after a days travelling, pretty mush an easy day, sitting on a train getting pissed and getting in the mood. I am the only one of the four of us that can put up a tent so I end up putting up everyones tent, after my own of course. We end up pitching out tents right next to another Scottish boy and a group of Irish.......gotta love em, there always out in force. The next 4 days are just a big mix up of events that seemed to roll in to one big day. Macfie did'nt realise it was his birthday until some one said happy birthday to him, thats what drugs will do to you. Lots of drugs were had, lots of partying and silliness......happy days. Getting a bit to old for the 4/5 day benders these days though.