I think, in all fairness, that one should point out the smell of the young after a weekend in the mud at a typical British "summer" rock festival - or even smellier but less grubby - one of the very rare truly British SUMMER rock festivals. How I remember the corrugated iron fences around the arena area - rotted right through for about a foot off the ground from blokes pissing on them rather than hold their breath while using one of the fetid portaloos (the few left standing).

Folk has absolutely NOTHING on rock festivals for mank. Or skank.


And we properly understand the grumpy artform.