There are so many reasons why Secret Garden Party should be rubbish: Dreadlocks, white ‘dub’ bands, ray-bans, poi, etc etc etc, and having to spend a decent amount of time fending off those over-friendly nightmares: the festival equivalent of those dickheads who ask to drink some of your water at a rave. But somehow, despite it all, it really is an incredible party.
I was booked to dj last year, and went expecting to hate it. I loved it. I sheepishly went along again this year, and within 30 seconds of arriving had a grin on my face and the memory of what it was that made me surprise myself last year. The whole thing feels like some kind of extravagant, wet-dream private party.
AND I have never seen so many babes at a festival, I took a few snaps until my camera battery ran out.
P.P.S. Why is it only the unattractive girls that take their clothes off at festivals? It just doesn’t make any sense at all.
