Prototype of a Person

The “fun” of camping in Ireland.

Oxegen was good fun. It rained from the moment we got there until late Sunday afternoon, but it didn’t stop us enjoying ourselves. I spent a considerable amount of time inside my tent on Saturday because of the rain, but as usual, Jen kept my spirits high. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be stuck in a tent with. We caught the Strokes (who I think were better the first time I saw them play) and the Who (I was surprised by how many of their songs I actually know) on Saturday, and a few bands on Sunday - the highlight being Placebo and the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I didn’t enjoy camping this year, because of the rain and high winds. Next year I’m just going to get a taxi home, seeing as my house is only 20 minutes away. Camping is definitely going on my hate list. Camping in Ireland is just too unpredictable. On Sunday morning I was horrifed to find many tents (and rain covers) had blown away in the wind, I was just thankful that I was paranoid enough to really pin ours down. Most of the pegs broke and the tent was (sadly) unsalvagable, and I left it there. It’s probably a pile of ash somewhere in Punchestown.

So… I learnt something at the weekend - I’m getting old.

I really missed my home comforts - like dry clothes! We bought new jumpers there, surprisingly cheap too. Another thing that made me realise I’m getting old - an argument I had with some “men” selling Meteor Ponchos - which are actually given out free at the beginning of the festival, they were selling them for €5. I pointed it out to one of these “men” and got verbally abused, by a grown “man”. Now that I think of it, I also had a gripe with a stall there that sold me a pint of milk for €4. I always had the understanding that selling milk at a premium is actually illegal.

GOD! I really am getting old.