There's a small local 'festival' about a mile away from here tomorrow, which I do my best to avoid every year. A few dozen posh, white hippies hide out in some damp woodland, with their bratty kids, while their talentless egocentric friends pretend they can sing and play out-of-tune acoustic instruments. It almost always rains heavily, and there's no shelter, either from the rain or anything else! It also runs about 2 hours late, so by the time they manage to heat up a battered pan of tasteless chickpea stew, everyone is so hungry they'd hand over a tenner for a dirty bowl of the stuff - but they can't, because even in the middle of the woods, they refuse to take cash, and the card machine is temperamental at best. Unfortunately, Matt's kids go to skool with some of the hippy kids, and insist on going. After 2 years of getting absolutely soaked to the skin, I said NO last year, but this year, Matt is on his own, so in a moment of weakness/stupidity after he blindsided me, I have agreed to accompany him

I have suggested taking catapults so we can thin out the hippies a bit (they're not really hippies, they're just posh people slumming it in terrible clothes)!
View attachment 3222663
It's a bit like this!
View attachment 3222705