Festival fumble
unexpected funI'm not really a festival going type. Spending a weekend pissing in an overflowing chemical toilet is more for the bucket hat wearing middle class types. However in Portsmouth, victorious is right on my doorstep. I'm not sure exactly what time it wrapped up on Saturday night but I had something to drop off right on the seafront so I waited until midnight when the hoardes had headed back to their tents just north of Pompey...