We were on the 4am ferry to the Isle of Wight. We all had to get off the bus, some of us had been asleep others had just been drinking hard.
The best thing about getting on a ferry is going back to the 1980's. Fried food at 4:30 in the morning is pretty good too.
I had brought my shop mobility scooter with but the battery seemed to be flat and wouldn't charge up. It has been in my parents garage for a year though. Gutted.
Maggot and I went into the main arena and met these boys dressed as the GLC. They were walking about saying they were us, they convinced alot of people too.
We got everyone to put their hand in the air and i took a picture. Joel Bramwell was there, it was his birthday and he was cautioned twice for weed.
Then this guy called Rufus challenged us to a golf cart race, or at least that's what we turned it into.
We were meant to be on the 8pm ferry back to the main land so there was just enough time to ram some food in before we had to get back on the bus.
It took us an hour to find the port even though it is only 5 minutes from the festival site. By then everyone was well pissed up, Mysti was sick as he got off the bus and the ferry was still in the port. The boat people were not impressed.