I don't like festivals, there I've said it! I know that it is THE thing to do but it is not for me, I love music and going to gigs but if someone asks me to come along to a festival I say no thank you!
I know all of the cool kids are doing it and many of my friends couldn't live with themselves if they didn't go to Glastonbury for the 5th year in a row.
It all comes down to that the fact I hate camping, absolutely loath it. I hated it when I was little and forced to camp when I was a scout and I hate it even more now.
These are the top reasons why camping is the devils work:
Why in the world would I want to sleep on the floor? Beds were invented for a reason so why would I want to by choice sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag. For some reason I always forget a pillow and have to make one out of clothes. I need my sleep and there is nothing better then an afternoon nap so I can enjoy the evening shenanigans but how is it possible to enjoy a nap if its either high summer and the tent is a sauna or raining so it is most likely wet?
I have a have small bladder and the thought of not being able to go to a normal toilet or at least a clean porterloo when I need to gives me slight heart palpitations. I drink a lot of water and most nights I have to get up and wee 1-2 times so the nightmare of having to crawl out of the sleeping bag, find the zipper so I can get out of the tent and finally find my way to the freakin loo's (I have a very bad sense of direction) is just too much for me.
Also I don't know what happens to peoples toilet manners when they go to festivals but last time I went to one, some of the porterloos had shit on the walls, how is that even possible??
Call me a snob but I like my white wine cold and preferably in a glass. The thought of having to drink lukewarm beer or gin and tonic (because those are normally the only options) from a plastic cup in the heat ( did I mention I have an under active thyroid and don't handle heat very well?) is my idea of hell.
I love people but I don't enjoy having hundreds of them around me pushing and elbowing me for 2 hours. Also in need of a drink from the bar or have a wee and having to push your way through the crowd and then coming back trying to locate your friends. Quel nightmare!