Set aside my own late night overindulgences, the people camped to our right were the noisiest little devils ever and on the first night, they eventually turned their high fidelity stereo off and went to to bed at 6:30am, and pretty much matched it the second night.
Saying that, a fabulous weekend was had working with the engineers, the weather was stunning, the bands were superb, the crowd friendly, the showers a godsend because of the heat, and I got to see a few friends I hadn't seen for a while. Ooh and drink lots of beer, yay...
This years Big Chill festival posse consisted of (Left to right as usual) John, Dogga, Sheff, Dave, Andy and Roy.
Same view of the main stage, but looking from the other side.
Here's another example... Oh, hang on, that's Dogga and Andy at the bar!
What a stunning performance of art and music. I've seen them before in London for their full show, but this cut down festival half hour slot was still very entertaining!
So... Does John look camp with his 'manbag'???
Late night drunken digital camera warfare with Ben, the main man from the big blue Club tent!
See this point? ...It's rubbish!
The best offer of the festival was found at the general stores. What a bargain!
Dogga making very large bubbles, with a group of complete strangers in the middle of a field at 2:30 in the morning. A bit of a mystery-bus experience and a 'I-dont-remember-that-photo-being-taken' moment upon return!
£4 could buy you a floating flare thingy, that seemed to be incredibly popular with the punters. They were very good and did fly off for miles and gain a hell of a height, but I thought they were a bit dangerous given that there's tens of thousands of people below and flammable tents to match!
OK children... Let this photo be a lesson to you regarding the evils of alcohol! OK... So what the heck am I doing here folks? What an absolute nob!!! Some random woman decides to take my camera and insists she's going to take a picture of John, myself and Sheff and this was the result! *snigger*
Sparks, on the main stage, playing a 3 hour set until 2am... It was a bit arty at times, but cool nevertheless.
I couldn't help but ponder over a plastic cow outside our neighbours tent, so eventually I plucked up the courage and asked what it was. The girl told me it was her torch and was more than happy to show me that when you pull the trigger on it's back, its mouth opens, the light comes on and gives out a loud "moo"!
How incredibly cool... I've just got to have one... :]
Today, I'm Most Angry About: Itchy stubble! Why does it get so itchy if you dont shave for a few days? Dagnammit!!!
Grrr-O-Meter Rating: 3.7/10