Golden showers - Warm beer at V festival

by DannyUK

There were many new experiences when I went to my first musical festival. I didn’t expect a golden shower to be one of them

V2008. My first festival. As a 30-year-old I’d spent the best part of 13 years avoiding festivals. Why sleep in a tent, not shower and pay through the nose to watch loads of bands, only a couple of who I actually like?

However, freshly single and with a freedom I hadn’t had since becoming a dad for the first time eight years previously, I decided that new experiences were a must. Along with my best friend, Tasha, and a friend of hers, we booked tickets months in advance and arrived on the Friday night of the festival, ready for a great time.

The next day, towards the end of the event, and as the weekend was in full swing, we waited as Kings Of Leon were due on stage. By way of much barging, wriggling and “excuse me-ing” we got some way near the front.

The weather all weekend had been baking hot. Blue skies had been the mainstay all day, and as I dare say with all festivals, each and every person was steaming drunk and / or high.

All of a sudden a massive disgruntled shout of “ewwww!” came from the throng of people in front of us, just seconds after we’d seen a half-full plastic glass of beer bounced off the back of someone’s head and soaked his surrounding friends.

Obviously, when this happens about twenty yards in front of you, it’s the funniest thing in the world, and we were laughing heartily… until the person behind me got hit by a second glass and I found myself drenched head to toe in cold lager.

“Gross,” I said, to no-one in particular.

“It’s not that bad mate,” said the random guy next to me, “if it’s cold it means it’s only beer. It’s when it’s warm you need to worry!”

I laughed at the fairly considered response, figuring it made sense and was just about to agree when a second glass hit me in the back.

Dan and Tasha at V Festival 2008 - Taken from Golden Showers, a blog post on DannyUK.com

Tasha & I at V Festival 2008. No idea why we’re doing the peace sign. Must have been very drunk, I assume. This was pre-soaking.

“Ewww! It’s gone down my leg.” moaned Tasha.

“Yeah, it’s all over my arm hun,” I replied, looking to my left to see the random guy wiping the contents off of his face.

All of a sudden all three of us realised the same thing. Hand on leg, arm and face respectively, we all said in unison: “It’s warm…”

And people pay through the nose for this treatment every year!

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