David Squires delves into… the madness of ‘festival season’
As the football season comes to an end, it is suddenly rendered a rather pastoral and calming nine months of relatively mild hooliganism and hardships once the ‘festival season’ starts up. From Glastonbury to the local one-dayer, this is when the carnage of the yearly calendar truly begins.
As we mused back in 2022, at a festival, you live by the sword, and you die by the sword. Just take the tale of the fabled ‘Poo Girl’, for example. It’s a sad story involving a 19-year-old Specsavers apprentice named Charlotte Taylor, who tragically lost sight of where to park her handbag in the infamous Leeds Festival toilets.
This treasured receptacle of literally everything she had and needed for the next few days plummeted into a river of stink. She had dropped it into a plumbing system shared by 90,000 drinkers. It was a khazi catastrophe for the ages, and this brown spot of despair was set to get a whole lot worse.
Taylor tried to fetch the soiled bag out of the cascade of crap but ended up wedged in 500 yards of shit-smelling foulness that only Andy Dufresne of The Shawshank Redemption could relate to. That, in a nutty nutshell, is festival season.
And that’s exactly what David Squires delves into on his latest comic for Far Out Magazine…
