Sadly, I've only ever made it to the '91 festival, but one of the memories I have is ofthe breakfast queue on the Sunday morning.

A young lady was stood waiting in front of me, still wearing her nightie, when a stray dog, sniffinf arround as stray dogs do, came over and sniffed up her bum. With the sudden application of a cold, wet nose, the poor lass nearly went into orbit!!!