Oxegen.
Oxegen is pretty much THE festival in Ireland.
Within 40 seconds of getting through the gates last year, some lovely blonde lady full-on groped me. This would've been great but I was holding hands at the time with my then girlfriend.
I'm surprised a bigger deal wasn't made of it, as any other time I so much as talked to a girl, I was accused of cheating and called all the names under the sun, i.e. a rotter or a blaggard. Glad i'm shot of her tbh.

Apart from that, my festival experiences have been pretty standard: Get there, struggle to put up a tent, drink until im paralytic, see some bands, get up to hijinks, then get home and sleep for 2 days straight.
(KneelDiamond, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 23:43, Reply)