Reading festival 2006, which I attended, age 17, sounds incredibly similar. Drugs, fun, violence, sex, overdoses-a-plenty, physical/ verbal abuse to the few pol

Reading festival 2006, which I attended, age 17, sounds incredibly similar. Drugs, fun, violence, sex, overdoses-a-plenty, physical/ verbal abuse to the few police/ security present, the ritual burning of tents on the last night, the horrific state of the toilets. A kebab food truck being surrounded by hungry, angry teenagers and shook until it tipped over. Meanhwhile the angry mob shouting 'The Greeks want their kebab back you fucking turks'. No police/ security in sight. And in the end...no free chips or kebabs. I planned to see tens of different bands that weekend but only just managed to drag myself to see Kings of Leon and Bloc Party. I too, like thinkingkong, spent probably a good week or so, inside, in front of my computer recovering. I never camped at a festival again, and never will. I regret nothing though and cherish what little memory I have of the event, as strange as that might sound.