Seeing as I decided to nap instead of going to the cinema to watch This Is It last night, I have no epic adventures to tell of today (apart from a very weird dream.. best kept to myself I think.)

It is Tuesday, and the lack of showering is beginning to show on people .More and more are wearing hats, not so much because of the burning sun, but, I fear, more to disguise greasy hair. I for one am lucky - my hair doesn't do greasy. But the great weather has made everyone more sweaty, and that, combined with the dust in the air means we all believe that we are nice and tanned, when in reality it's just a nice layer of dirt. People invent new ways of hiding their unwashed bodies - covering themselves in a stormtrooper outfit may be one - or taking the plunge in the lake or the communal cold showers... only to step out into the massive puddles of mud that have formed outside them. And you go to bed at night, covered in many layers, only to wake up at 8 in a tent that more resembles a baking oven.

So the question must be asked: Why do we do all this to ourselves? I'm not quite sure. Is it the epic amount of music put together in a few days? Is it meeting new people, maybe even getting laid? Is it all the extra little things you find, like a classical string ensemble playing by the toilets, the wonderful, wonderful (!!) festival food, or is it just looking forward to getting blasted out of your mind for a week?

I don't know which of these reasons is the main one, but I think they all add up. All I know is that thousands of people pay hundreds of pounds to enjoy all this for 8 days. And I'll wander back out into the sun and hopefully catch me some stories to tell you tomorrow...

Posted In Festivals, Jun 29 2010. Words - Cecilie