Space to breathe

So hopefully this year’s Oxegen experience won’t be like the above picture. The last one I was at was not all that muddy, but there were random strangers fireballing tents, which was somewhat less than enjoyable.

But this year, no… I have the dry shampoo, the wet shampoo (for those hot showers that they’re providing, and on the website go to great pains to describe as “FREE” [their caps, not mine] as if they could reasonably charge for running water in Kildare), the wellies (not Hunters, but I do want them, the fashion whore in me will not be silenced). Anyway, one could say I am prepared. Then again, one could be wrong – one can never be prepared for the festival-related surprise, the event that you never saw happening, the event that you hope never to repeat (like 2006’s episode when a good friend was tumbled while inside a Portaloo…).

Wish me luck. I will hopefully be back to blogging, with vigour, on Monday morning, when the mud and the filth have both been washed off my weary limbs.