Download Festival Log - Thursday 09th June (...like, finally)
I'm sitting in my tent right now. My background for the next few days consists of lad banter, mile-high aeroplanes and fat drunks who scream "Timmy!", "Slayerrrr!" and "I am spartacus?!" at the top of their lungs each night.
When I was travelling here I went througha bit of mental torture. I sat on the train, as more of a mound of bags then an actual human, and it hit me... this is the first time in my life I'll be in a foreign place, on my own, with no backup.
I felt fucked, lol.
My neighbours consist of a couple with a friend and a duo of junkies. They're all older then me and all seem to be glad to keep an eye on my stuff when I have to pop over to the market. So far they haven't knicked anything :P.
I've got my security on high of course though. I have a padlock on my bag, one on my tent entrance and all my expensive/valuable things in a locker.
I'm not that excited about tommorows line-up... it's all punk or grind... I'll probabbly end up pimping the signing tent, maybe catch The Bled.
rofl- some drugged up fag just staggered by assaulting a few tents around me.
Homm. Camping at a festival is like... trying to hunt deer in disneyland, they're either dead, scared off by the sugar-rushed kids or shitty little orphans like Bambi.
I feel like the deer. The drunks around me are the trippy kids. Gah.
When I was travelling here I went througha bit of mental torture. I sat on the train, as more of a mound of bags then an actual human, and it hit me... this is the first time in my life I'll be in a foreign place, on my own, with no backup.
I felt fucked, lol.
My neighbours consist of a couple with a friend and a duo of junkies. They're all older then me and all seem to be glad to keep an eye on my stuff when I have to pop over to the market. So far they haven't knicked anything :P.
I've got my security on high of course though. I have a padlock on my bag, one on my tent entrance and all my expensive/valuable things in a locker.
I'm not that excited about tommorows line-up... it's all punk or grind... I'll probabbly end up pimping the signing tent, maybe catch The Bled.
rofl- some drugged up fag just staggered by assaulting a few tents around me.
Homm. Camping at a festival is like... trying to hunt deer in disneyland, they're either dead, scared off by the sugar-rushed kids or shitty little orphans like Bambi.
I feel like the deer. The drunks around me are the trippy kids. Gah.