Lying in an uncomfortable tent being woken up bymusic is one of the pleasures of a festival. Ilike the nice blends of music you get.The drunken rowdies for the post pubhours, the gradual mellowing as the bluesy hippy dopeheads take over, the dawn chorus of children screaming and the melodeon and shorts wearing contingents starting there efficient camping breakfasts, punctuated by people falling over your your guyropes as the hangovers stumble out for the morning piss, cigarette and helpless vomit. If you dont like it, stay home.