..Water, beer or just pee?

My body aches, feel as though I have walked miles and miles, and then a few more miles. I have a cough from breathing in huge amounts of dust and smoke and to top it off I have several large lumps on my head, and my arms, body and legs covered in bruises of varying degrees.

Do I feel sorry for myself? No – I feel knackered, but totally exhilarated. I had the most fantastic long weekend at Castle Donnington for the Download Festival.

I can see several blogs emerging as a result of the weekends experiences, but the first thing to address is the bottle throwing. Why? Empty plastic bottles are acceptable I suppose, but come on – half full bottles of some kind of fluid, lobbed with extreme force, really bloody hurts! And, you big guys out there have to remember that there are us smaller framed females out there in the crowd!

My first hit was at the end of the first night. Feeder were playing on the main stage and it was damn cold. One minute I was standing, actually getting quite bored (Feeder were not the best choice for headlining!) and then, whack, landing right in the side of my face just catching the corner of my eye. I quickly woke up and from then it was like attack Lily with a full on assault with bottles cracking the back of my neck, my head and the most painful, right on that boney bit of my wrist! (I was rubbing my head when it caught me).

Luckily it had been a long day – the consumption of beer, Jack Daniels, wine and gin made the pain quickly disappear.

The following day, this time on the snickers stage, more bottles began flying – this time with plenty of liquid spitting out as they flew through the air. Warm and slightly smelling droplets spraying unsuspecting victims from head to toe…

Anyway, thank you to those that soaked me in urine and hurt my head. I suspect, unlike you (who were probably camping with shit-stained, non-functioning showers), I had the pleasure of returning to my hotel every night to get clean!

Please don’t throw bottles at me next year!!