Field Day 2012: The horror, the horror...

Note to self: Your Field Day days are over, baby. Do not be drawn in by a decent musical line-up, or buy tickets to this event ever, ever again. It might have been fine in yesteryear, but you have to leave it alone now. It can never turn out how you imagined it in your naive, optimistic head. It will likely, however,  destroy any last vestiges of faith you had in the youth of today, leaving you shaking your head, knuckles white, as you clench your ageing fists in dismay and rage, potentially culminating with a spell in chokey for Grievous Bodily. In fact, stop writing this right now, missy. Calm, calm. Breathe...

My sentiments exactly.

(Postscript: Leaving Victoria Park whilst still bathed in late afternoon sunshine, following just a few hours perseverance amongst vast swathes of the rudest, ill-mannered, loud, arrogant, look-at-me pricks, we pulled it all back by finding a decent pizza restaurant, later followed by several high-quality gin and tonics. All very grown-up. So, all's well etc,... and a valuable lesson has been finally learned.)