Used to love Glastonbury and the UK festival scene in my younger years, still cant remember for the clue of me what years i attended without checking the set lists, so just give me a second to gain some memory back ( ok think i got it was 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000 ) and had some of the most spiritual and enlightening times of my life, including hallucinating a fairy dancing around on top of one of those big flare candles stuck in the ground at sunrise in the stoned circle, my friends thought i jad gone insane as i would not stop going on about it saying "for fucks sakes its the flame of the candle, and if there was any faries around here the lunatics like you would scare them away any how"
Also went once to the Virgin V festival in Chelmsford but was to commercial for me and ended up getting do drunk on Scrumpy Jack cider before the tent was even setup ans ended up sleeping for over a hour fully clothed in a pool of me own piss, while my mate laughed and finished the tent construction job.
The last festival i tried to attend was the 2008 Sunrise Celebration Festival in Somerset, which after so long not enjoying the scene was a huge thing to me. Only to turn up park and get the tent setup sober this time, then to come across a group of like minded stoners who had some nice vials of blue tinted liquid acid and gave me the option of a £5 dose that would have me talking to tree and partying till a new day began, or a £10 dose that would remove me from the world of the living for a good couple of days and make me think i was super human, don't take a genius to work out what i opted for, the killer was 30 mins after dosing and returning to the tent to be met with a festival official with a paper notice the festival had been cancelled due to freak localized storms and flash flooding and the site had to be evacuated by 8.00am the next day, needless to say i was not in the right state of mind to comprehend this information and headed of to where the stages should be and spent till 6.00am dancing to sound checks and any random noises i heards, whilst searching out cans of NOS and even with the festivalitys bought to a stop, still managed to pull of one real good dead head night and still am not sure to this day if it was a hallucination or there really was a couple of girls pissing in my Wellington boots