Number eight and it kinda feels like the sparkle has faded. That the magic has gone.
It wasn't the mud. It wasn't the rain on fancy dress day. It wasn't even the organised crime that led half the Slaves moshpit to have their phones stolen.
It was the toilets.
In previous years the toilets at Standon Calling have been straight-up good. This year you would have to qualify that as "good toilets for a festival" by which I mean the toilets weren't very good at all.
So, thanks for the memories, Standon, thanks for the memories.
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