Europe by Rail (1) - Benicassim: one of the few places where well-off, rah-rah London boys...

...can hang out, pill up and stay drunk for a week without contravening any 'social norms' (which are pretty overrated anyway).

Toob

(Credit to Deaner for the photos: full album here)

Princesses can also act like massive slags and get away with it (in fact not doing so would be branded 'failing to embrace the festival spirit') so it's actually in everyone's interest to forget what's been taught as 'right and proper', and fuck shit up.

Once a year isn't enough, but it's better than nothing.

Zippy's left eye. That is all.

Despite reluctantly forking out 40 quid to stay in the poncy campsite, it still ended up looking like a festering pile of crusty hippy turd about 3 hours after our arrival. It was nice knowing everyone within a square mile, but we didn't get to make friends with any crazy scottish neighbours like the year before, so it was a really different experience, rather than a better/worse one. 

Alex sings YMCA on her own

The strangest day must have been the last; seeing 30 UCS leavers sitting in a circle, all in tears, is an experience I don't think any of us will ever forget. I also turned 18.

Marmy faces would soon turn upside-down

Highlights are too many to list - but have to include Shamtoob and Cartier screaming Islamic prayers into a megaphone, stripping Dexter naked in the sea and tearing down Zack Wellins tent (yeah that was us Zack. Fuck you.) All in all though, an incredible week.

Regarding music, I guess Gorillaz were the best in terms of quality, and Prodigy in terms of performance. Not that it matters though, most people won't remember any of it.

I know I don't.