i arrived at around 11:30, thinking i would have plenty of time to get my shit together, as the acts didn't start until 12pm.
me being the organised one, had already planned out the three bands i would see first.
neon love, howl and jonathan boutlet.
i thought my timing was perfect-o
boy was a completely and utterly wrong.
as a group of friends and i hobbled along the line, we found that it just kept growing and growing. when would it stop?
the answer to that- half way down a bloody train track.
my first thought was, 'hell i don't want to be killed by on going trains, or an angry mob of 15 year old indies.
so i did what i do best. i cut the shit out of the line.
this took us to the middle of the line, were we met some lads that were equipped with oj with pulp, and conversations about skins 4.
one hour, 2 nodoz and many "mother fuckers" later, we had moved about 50meters.
after this period, i think i may have experienced a slight black out. i can't really remember what went hot. it was probably the heat beaming down on me, or the amount of alcohol that was consumed. either way, i didn't need that half and hour anyway.
as i awoke from the black out, i recall an enormous amount of eager beavers running rampant and going ape shit up the side of the line.
to be completely honest, the rest of my line experience was a blur, and just full of old bald men's stories about there 'trippin bawlz' experiences at meredith music festival. my story of meredith is far better then your m8!!
so to some this long, and quite point story off, my friends and myself waited in the fucking ridiculous line for around 3 hours.
Groovin the Moo, i want my $115 back asap.
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