Our friend Lach, being the selfless droog that he is, managed to get us artists bands for the music festival wich meant that for three nights we would moonlight as rockstars; lapping up unlimited free drinks, organising fake interviews and telling fake stories with fake accents until we ended up by the vip pool at sunrise.
After which we would return to our shanti town of local gypsies and australian travellers where we were camped out for nearly a week.