The very first night of Greenbelt saw me and my companions realise a joint 2012 First – attendance at and participation in a silent disco.
Our presence was very much thanks to the person who had the honour of being the first friend I bumped into on site – former colleague George Luke (in a record 5 minutes) – who happened to be one of the DJ’s that evening. In fact, there was a silent disco every night during the festival, but Friday night was the only evening there wasn’t a programme conflict with something crucial. (Well, something crucial in the eyes of the others…)
We arrived at the Big Top and immediately had a sense of foreboding. The vast majority of our fellow disco-ers were significantly younger than us. In fact, we whiled away a few minutes before the headphones were handed out playing a game of “who looks more out of place here than us”. In fact, we quickly became grumpy old women as far as the teenagers were concerned, disapproving of their stampede to acquire headphones, rather than queueing sensibly…
[My state of grumpiness towards idiotic teenage behaviour continued all festival. In fact, perhaps I’ve now actually become a grumpy old woman permanently? After one of the rainstorms I came across a ridiculous gathering of teenagers in the toilets which prompted the following tweet:
“Having a “I judge you when you wear weather-inappropriate clothing to an outdoor festival” moment. Looking at you, teenagers drying pants…”
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