Staffordshire Weston Park
Quite simply the most intense, extreme, joyous, bizarre, distressing and unbelievable festival (or ANYTHING for that matter) I've ever been to. Still the defining reference point to everything I do, having given me an occasional limp, utterly intense hatred of Toploader, a permanent inability to drink even a drop of vodka with lemonade or (*shudders*) cider, and an intense love of The Flaming Lips live show. And possible permanent internal organ damage although I can't vouch for that one yet.
So now I present to you the gory details of a festival where it was ME who seemed like the crazy deranged drunk guy that everyone wanted to avoid (or, in some cases, talk to). I kept going and going, doing anything to have fun no matter what hit me... until "death" stopped me in my tracks!
Saturday
Sunday
This account has been verified by those who were there as being accurate (at least to the point that, after reading it, they don't dispute anything enough to argue). So there!
19th/20th August 2000
£76.00
