h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I've just returned from the Leeds Festival. Dispite it having been a really fantastic weekend, I am now very very glad to be home! I made some very odd mates, set fire to stuff, burnt my bras, ate pringles, moshed, fell over, got covered in crap...
We arrived on the first day (after having been pushed out of the car on the motorway by my ever-loveing father), having walked for ages to find a damned camping space, and ended up at the top of a big hill, near a pissing wall. Lovely. We sat about after putting pur tent up, listening to the people next door singing "Don't Step on the Worm". At about midnight, we had to go and find the other half of our posse, who had come in through a different entrance, and so we couldnt find them. The dinkises.
Friday was fun, Amen would have been truely great, if the bassest hadn't broken a string, the microphone hadnt stopped working, and the amps hadnt blown up. Reels Big Fish, to my horror, didnt turn up due to "unforseen circumstances". Evil. That was supposed to be the highlight of my day!
Saturday brought Feeder! To see them made me so proud! Props to Mark Ritchardson for being truely great! Also to "random extra" guitar guy. That night we made lots of very strange friends by going round and asking if anyone had any socks to burn. Some of them did too. That night I learnt that it is truely liberating to burn ones bras. Pete also found that his boxers are not the great fuel that at fist they might appear. John also got very drunk and did his "gay dance". We finally got to bed at about ten past six.
Sunday was mad, having got up after 3 hours sleep, I was wondering round in a bit of a daze. Saw Vex Red (and fell madly in love with the lead guy all over again-his voice is sooo sexy), Andrew WX, A (awww...Jason) and to top it off Jimmy Eat World! They rocked! That night we didnt go to bed at all, but stayed up laughing at people rioting and blowing up port-a-loos (they deserved it!), and watching Ben set his crotch on fire. I have pictures. Nice. Also, Pete and John were playing with fire, whereby they set the end of a toilet roll on fire and were dancing about with it! Freaky. Pete also decided he would begin to write a parody song about Stef's hairy ass (cos he was on the phone at the time). At about three we packed up the lads tent, then we said good bye, and marched off to Sainsbury's to get a taxi, then a train home. We got in at about 8 o'clock. Its so very nice to be home.

Hey sweetie, that's a damn good synopsis right there.

You, however missed out (I think) the words: 'Spam', 'Frodo', 'hellicoptor', and 'supernoodles' (or any pasta cooked in beer!)

and yay we're home! but yay, we're going again next year!!

Yeah, but this time were hitting Glasto AND Reading!!