My one and only festival of the season and yes I am aware it's been a very long time coming!
Reading started off on a slightly sour note with our crew camp being moved to White, now anyone who knows Reading Festival knows that White is across a river in another county (not kidding) to the main arena, now after an 8 hour shift waking for 30 minutes is never a welcome prospect but add mud, closed roads, flooded paths and another 20 minutes onto that walk and you get the idea of what I spent most of my time doing at Reading.
On a positive note I saw more bands on shift than off we had a perfect review of the main stage from our position and other than the rain then boiling sun thing we had going on I really enjoyed my shifts. We ended up guarding the girls toilets for most of the day, keeping those icky boys out! Originally we were meant to have 'urinelles' or disposable shewees as we described them to hand out to ladies who wanted to make use of the urinal blocks in the toilets and avoid queuing at busy times in the end people had no idea what we were talking about but happily took some for the campsite where toilets were much worse (long drops vs real toilets, we all know the winner)
Highlights: Finding a girl who had been lost for 2 hours asleep in the toilets and reuniting her with her very worried boyfriend
Low-lights: my shift partner and lift home deciding she hated the festival on day two and crying for most of it.
Lesson of Reading: pick your festival buddy wisely and just don't sweat the small stuff.
Also buying a yacht sized boat and parking it on the river next to the festival maybe a future career plan, they looked like some very happy and clean festival goers right there!
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